In the deep autumn of Cotswolds Manor, morning mist wove a gossamer veil among the rose bushes. I gazed at the dew-beaded black satin ribbon on the windowsill, when suddenly I captured the fleeting poetry of light and shadow—the dewdrops refracting seven-hued rainbows, the ribbon’s folds cradling the shape of wind. Dipping my palette knife into turpentine, I swept a streak of silver luminescence across the linen canvas, marking the primal stroke of the Butterfly Dance Rhapsody series.
—From the Founder’s Journal of JESSE MISS
