Wildflowers blossom from the seeds we scattered in the spring.
An evolution of color, once a sea of green, now vibrant shades of red, orange, yellow, and violet. Hummingbirds and honey bees make their rounds, each taking turns to tango with the sweet nectar in this
ancient rite of life. Such is the creativity flourishing around me.
A native Californian, I grew up in my mother's garden, cultivating
an early love of flowers and plants and wildlife. My most cherished
memories are of my mama’s hands covered in dirt, deep in soil, nurturing
the roots of new life. I learned to see the world through my lens as a quiet observer, exploring the textures in my environment and appreciating the intricacy of the little things. It's a practice I infuse into my work as I
gently nudge my community to slow down and savor the beauty
within and around them. To me, life is about paying attention.
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@inkandpulp
A native Californian, I grew up in my
mother's garden, cultivating an early love
of flowers and plants and wildlife. My most cherished memories are of my mama’s hands covered in dirt, deep in soil, nurturing the roots of new life. I learned to see the world through my lens as a quiet observer, exploring the textures in my environment and appreciating
the intricacy of the little things. It's a practice I infuse into my work as I gently nudge my community to slow down and savor the
beauty within and around them. To me,
life is about paying attention.
Wildflowers blossom from the seeds
we scattered in the spring. An evolution
of color, once a sea of green, now vibrant
shades of red, orange, yellow, and violet. Hummingbirds and honey bees make their rounds, each taking turns to tango with
the sweet nectar in this ancient rite of
life. Such is the creativity that
flourishes around me.