This post was totally my husband’s idea. He carves fruit and vegetables and now…pumpkins. No, not jack-o-lanterns. He creates sculptures…works of art.
I see a bumpy, bruised and sometimes down right ugly produce that probably should be shredded for soup.
He sees patterns, shapes, works of art waiting to be set free that will capture the imagination.
My husband takes the imperfect and embraces them…in veggies and sometimes in me.
He reminds me of someone else I know.
Yes! To the imperfect for therein lies the creative genius of the Artist.