“And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not
anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they
themselves never hoped to see – or like a sealed letter they could not plainly
read. ” —Alice Walker
Yesterday I finished my iris painting, an act which left my easel empty again. . .so afterwards I assembled this outdoor still life with a little help from a gardener friend next door. I already had the peace roses, yarrow, and coral bells in my yard. Mary provided the yellow gerbera daisies, lilies, and a few lacy varieties I can’t name at the moment.
I snapped some photos of the bouquet to set aside for future paintings.
Later I brought my easel outdoors to photograph the new painting. The outdoor light really changed the look of the work, making it seem a little flat and washed out. . .so out came the brushes for some sunlight tweaking. A couple of hours later, I felt like I was really finished (again).
It was nice to see Mary’s reaction when I showed her the new work. Now that the original iris has dropped its petals, the painted one is bringing back some happy memories. 🙂
And now for something completely different:
Mixed Media and Photo Collage: “Eve Meets Bess”
After a refreshing breakfast consisting of an egg and sliced grapefruit, I went to water the garden and check on tiny new plants: tomatoes, basil, lavender and coreopsis, all of which seem to be adjusting just fine and thriving in their new home.
The peace rose I planted four years ago now stands five feet tall among them and its blooms are heady with scent.
“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.” ~Emma Goldman
I grew up in a gardening family descended from florists on my mother’s side, so you’d think I’d perhaps had my fill of it by now, but truth be told, I still get so excited just watching things grow, blossom, and bear fruit. Such small wonders and yet so precious and memorable.
Summer classes begin in a week and soon I’ll be taking that trip across the river to join friends and colleagues. . .greeting new students and getting settled in for the next eight weeks.
But for now, I’m just taking advantage of all this time to make new work and be inspired by bees, blossoms and bugs.
“The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. ”