On Hands Holding Pear Slices

The painting came to me while I was in motion at the kitchen sink, the pristine juxtaposition of the manmade, machined sink and its appointments with the ominous drain--the dispos-all...and the foreground of the human hands, representative of the human spirit, life as we know it!  I was looking up close at this tangible reality, this opposition of kind, and wanting desperately to make the point--the knowing of it, the difference between humanity and the material world created by it.  In its midst, that gorgeous fruit, that gift from god, that sustains us!  Do we stop to admire the beauty of the pear?  The freckled yellow skin, the textured flesh so sweet on our tongues?  Do we see the elegant clasp our fingers make to hold this fruit, to section it along the spine, and gaze on it in wonder?