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.