In the summertime, my father would take me to the fragrant kaleidoscopic rose garden near our house. I liked to watch the goldfish rise and descend in the stately pond. One would surface in a quiet blip and peer at me quixotically through the ripples. A fresh joyful cry and my hands would shoot out in a fearless attempt to capture its magic but the wizardly creatures always escaped. A mutual act of full attention.

12″ x 16″ watercolor