9×12 original pastel on sanded paper

How does a blossom get to be a nice, juicy peach?  I don’t understand.  I don’t know if I ever will understand certain miracles in this life.  All I know is that after winter, there is always spring.  If I couldn’t stand on that truth, I don’t know if I would make it through winter. I am fascinated by the idea that after dormancy there is life.  I believe that to be true in nature as well as in our lives.  I go through terrible periods of dormancy as an artist, but my art emerges with new life and more intensity than before.