12×18 original pastel on sanded paper, matted and framed

The iris is hardy, yet delicate.  I can relate.  I can go along life feeling quite strong and hardy, like nothing can stop me now!  But the reality is that I am delicate like a piece of fine china.  One day I can be lifting weights and pounding volleyballs.  The next day I can be lying down stifled with back pain.  It is an interesting duality.   I think if I were just strong, I would miss out on humility which brings a unique perspective.