Queen of Pentacles 2018
 
She dwells around, grows out of, her own bones, and she knows this is how the clover loves the stone they encounter in their soil-reaching.  She smiles with the heat of her own blood, and she knows this is the feeling of sunlight and soil becoming purple petal.  She cannot help but gaze at that moment of purple, cannot help but trace the constellation of clover sprinkled across the meadow, and she knows that she is no different from the bee, nectar-drunk, smitten.
 
9" x 12" print from original watercolor/black walnut ink/mixed media drawing.
 
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