This design started as an ink drawing drawn over a period of weeks in the tiny pockets of time available in between living life. I am happy to finally be applying it onto some collectible items. I never intended to be making something out of the design. The intention for drawing it was to soothe an achy soul on a particular sunny afternoon.
Art has a way of healing the aching of the soul. Art has a way of pulling out our suffering and helping it move on. 99% of the works were never intended to be anything or do anything. The motive is usually to heal and provide a safe space to feel both the weight and the wonder of the world.
Living in the city means limited space and most likely no yard. I come from a family of farmers and plant enthusiasts. In Honduras gardening is the norm in the countryside because each town is miles away from the nearest shopping center.
In the US farming is big business. We pay high prices for the convenience of not breaking our backs tilling the soil, planting each seed, and nurturing each plant to harvest. I am happy to see more and more everyday people like me carve out a little space in our tiny homes for our own gardens.
I went through a period of disconnect with gardening in my younger days but eventually our true nature circles back around to meet-up with us again. Gardening is a healing practice. There is no hurriedness in the work, a seed will sprout in its own time and sometimes not at all.