Archival Limited edition print on cotton paper. diameter of circle is 8.5 inches. When I was a child I loved to plant seed, acorns, apple cores, peach pits......about seven years old I asked my father for a patch of the vegetable garden to plant flowers... He hummed and hawed a bit telling me I would have to care for it but regardless, carved me out some patch of the hedge. Our ground was vital then for growing our food and supporting us I was very grateful for a frivolous patch to plant african daisies. I must have checked on the earth every day for weeks to see if they had pushed there way through the dark soil, but my interest waned, weeds started to fill in and I wondered away, rambling in the fields. But they did come up through, perhaps dad weeded the bed. They came bright, blooms of pink and purple. That was it, the miracle was there in front of me, by my own hand and the earth. I had played my part in the beginning of life. My paintings are the same to me, I wait for their growth and blooming.