The Garden


A clean palette with complex depth

Life untouched

Thrives deep to the naked eye


A monotone yet slightly varied hue of earth

Hides the organized chaos of life unseen

An occult society of creatures moving mountains


A mundane existence it may seem

Yet the substrate is being established

For the gardener

Has a clean palette to plant


Dig, plant, water, repeat

The underworld continues

Working with and against the roots as

They thread through the terrain


Stand back and gaze at the piece of art

A creative expression never to be repeated


A unique manifestation that reveals a medley of kaleidoscopic colors

Both edible and deadly