Pondering #2 | 8"x10"
Oil on Canvas
"Enlighten me wise one, why must I endure this pain?
Be Silent child, listen and observe.
Wisdom I heard upon on the wind.
Look around you, does not nature experience pains?
Does not not the young tree that stands scorching under the intense summer sun, learn to drink from the deeper recesses of Mother Earth? Does not the ocean heavily ladened struggle to dispel Mens pollution from its deepest bowels?
Behold the fire before you, glaze into its flame.
Does it not turn iron into steel?
Wisdom my child is like that steel.
If one endures , you are refined and strengthened.
One does not learn wisdom if one does not endure the fire."
-Debra Flores
Oil on Canvas
"Enlighten me wise one, why must I endure this pain?
Be Silent child, listen and observe.
Wisdom I heard upon on the wind.
Look around you, does not nature experience pains?
Does not not the young tree that stands scorching under the intense summer sun, learn to drink from the deeper recesses of Mother Earth? Does not the ocean heavily ladened struggle to dispel Mens pollution from its deepest bowels?
Behold the fire before you, glaze into its flame.
Does it not turn iron into steel?
Wisdom my child is like that steel.
If one endures , you are refined and strengthened.
One does not learn wisdom if one does not endure the fire."
-Debra Flores
Oil on Canvas
"Enlighten me wise one, why must I endure this pain?
Be Silent child, listen and observe.
Wisdom I heard upon on the wind.
Look around you, does not nature experience pains?
Does not not the young tree that stands scorching under the intense summer sun, learn to drink from the deeper recesses of Mother Earth? Does not the ocean heavily ladened struggle to dispel Mens pollution from its deepest bowels?
Behold the fire before you, glaze into its flame.
Does it not turn iron into steel?
Wisdom my child is like that steel.
If one endures , you are refined and strengthened.
One does not learn wisdom if one does not endure the fire."
-Debra Flores