Heart and Its Blood Vessels, XV-XVI Century, Leonardo da Vinci
Texture means something.
Life doesn't always set out a neat picnic cloth under a shady old tree on a beautiful summer's day or on a winter's day with hot chocolate thermoses and a bit of a bon fire surrounded by icy forts and a stack of snowballs at the ready. Beauty is there and there, plucking the fancies from our hearts like tiny prisms landing on our eyelashes...nothing we can hold, put in our pocket or rest on a shelf. We take, examine, and process what presents itself, using our magic to get through the tough, and stream cleansing smiles when good abounds.