Having read Alice Walkers poem "Truth" It occured to me that the rose seed, did indeed become a rose.  It's  truth received in ruin and chaos, bled.  Wounded and dying it's truth became beauty, it's death seed, it's heritage truth.  We should all aspire to become the same, then and only then we can say we had indeed lived out our truth.

About this art:
Size: 12x24"
Media: Digitally drawn
Style: Contemplative Realism

Read Truth by Alice Walker