"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly"....Richard Bach

I call this piece Kentucky Clay. I began thinking about all the days I spent as a child either planting, picking or weeding the family garden. Mom used to say it was almost impossible to plant and grow anything in the clay soil. Somehow we always managed a nice garden though. I always thought the dry, red-purple soil was pretty. By the end of the day the plowed soil almost blended in with the sky heavy in color. Like the roots of our crops, the soul carries these colors in order to change and grow. Kentucky clay, soil to grow from.

One more note, I find myself growing too. You may now find my work on www.etsy.com/shop. My page is under MarschInspiration. Butterflies are beautiful!