surely this science is art the soul creating the scenery its many tones colours our reflection on the canvas of life as the apprentice is to the master the strokes are taught but the perception is our own the love portrayed in each landscape requires our own depth maybe abstract or to the point of precision only the heart can guide the hand to its creation the apprentice may ask but where do i lay the first layer where to do i add, prune, take, give, the master will reply it is more of an art than a science but let love be the perfume you follow the soul will delight in knowing it can be born again and again in the hands of artist who knows his tools what is it that knows the fragrance when a flower is painted the painter the paint or the painted the love the beloved or the loved this science of union is surely art