In the shadows of the pagodas in Xian, I saw the pomegranates hanging proudly.

Along with other treasures, the pomegranate came to the Chinese by way of the Silk Road. It is a fruit of many seeds and, therefore, symbolizes many children. It also is a fruit of Buddhist teaching. It is rock solid, stuffed with worldly concerns. But in one burst with seeds scattering, the fruit lets go. It opens with a wide grin signifying the moment of enlightenment.

I do love the fruit for its intriguing shape and spontaneous blending of multiple colors. Another perfect subject for brush painting.