Rolling mountains swirl into crashing waves. Radiant skies illuminate technicolor clouds tossed by a warm lofty breeze. The earth is a symphony, its mother, the composer. Her arms move, angular, bold, highlighting lines of vibrant colors. Slowly, hands trembling slights, palms down, she coaxes out a saturated rhythmic beat that seamlessly merges terra firma and saltwater taffy rapids. Her work, an expert harmony. Her musician, an ever-willing musical child. Together this infinite family shows us the meaning of nature using abstraction that settles into realism. Her composition complete, echos of silence vibrate for her a motherly applause.
