Nothing is more loved than bamboo.
Tragedy is a form of excess.
Natural forms of excess, blooms, in a species inevitably lead to its doom.
Many bamboos bloom only once a lifetime: flower, fruit, seed, die.
Entire stands have undergone these changes as one.
Scientists cannot tell what triggers loyalty.
I am not loved like this.
In the end, seed drifts may be ankle deep excerpt ..D Snyder
Heat and old bamboo….part of everyday life in the tropics…this painting evokes the bamboo fire theory where bamboos cause their own fires in order to weed out the old and make room for the new growth…although the theory is disputed, I think it makes for romantic ideas about the fastest growing grass in the word..part of the Tropics collection…
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper