Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
This is a print of an original watercolor that I made of a close-up of a green iris. It is ideal for any optometrist or ophthalmologists office, or any anatomy enthusiast. The close-up nature and flowing, bold palette make it just the right amount of abst