“With but a single day to bloom, the Morning Glory rises flamboyantly into the space between earth and sky above, intertwining tendrils, propelling itself forward to burst into florescence.
Like exclamation points on a page, these seemingly fragile blooms explode with vitality, in defiance of the brevity of their existence. They enhance the space for that which takes their place, living triumphantly, passionately in the here and now.
This might seem like a conflict. Quite the contrary; for the Morning Glory, time is meaningless. In that one day, the flower is exuberant in its mission.
This painting is dedicated to my cousin Marge Laspino who courageously fought and beat cancer.”
