Saturday, September 12, 2009

Drawing the Eggplant

I SEE birth and death, youth and decay, in the leaves of this humble looking plant, whose extraordinary purple-black fruit is so delicious to eat. Some leaves are bright green, smooth and immaculately shaped; some are clearly older, withered at the edges and torn by their time out in the world, torn by the winds and rain of existence.
So it is with us: youth and age. And are we not, by obsessively fixating on the beauties of youth, attempting to deny the inexorable laws of Nature?


  1. Thank you for your vision and words of contemplation and inspiration. It seems if we enhance our perception we can be open to the insights provided by nature.

  2. The beauties of youth are nothing in comparison with the beauties of maturity and decay.