Bouquets

“I have always thought my flowers had souls.”
~ Myrtle Reed

Daffodils

I wanted to write about daffodils in the middle of cold
winter nights. My thoughts move to the flower’s symbol
of rebirth and new beginnings. It is also one of the first
perennials to bloom after winter, sometimes through a layer
of snow. It’s Latin name is Narcissus.
I wanted to write about the yellow color it is,
bright as the sun on a clear summer day.
It’s middle trumpet appendage calls to the other flowers,
rise as Spring is almost here.
I still smell my bouquet ignoring the pungent odor as there
is type of clean in there which I can’t ignore. I wanted to write about daffodils.

Carmen Mondragon

Carmen Mondragon, 1893~1978
Nahui Olin
born in Mexico City
a painter, poet, and artist’s model

~Insatiable Thrist~
My spirit and my body are always mad with thrist
for these new worlds
that I go on creating without end,
and of the things
and of the elements,
and of the beings,
who have ever new phases
under the influence
of my spirit and my body which are always mad with thrist;
unquenchable thirst of creative restlessness …

A watercolor painting for the ~Ode To Women Project~, at Olga Furman Art

Bouquets

“Surely the flowers of a hundred springs are simply the
souls of beautiful things!”
~L.M. Montgomery, The Watchman and Other Poems

The Work Table

Winter days and nights are long and Spring usually comes late to Upstate, New York. I try to fill the days with projects until once again I can return to the garden. I am taken with these Tilda dolls. This particular doll represents the ‘Kitschy’ type decorating, which I love. This is a free pattern over at the Tilda site.

Aimee

Creating characters through a bit of collage and painting. Finding vintage images that inspire art and story has become a habit. When I study an image the process that emerges is who was this image likened to, what time period was it created, where did the image live and then the story begins …

Bouquets

Writing before on this subject, about five years prior, I find I am once again finding beauty through grocery store bouquets. The flowers have gone up in price which one would expect over a five year stretch of time. These particular bouquets are five dollars. Each week while shopping I look forward to choosing one and returning home to put together fresh flowers for my home.

The Dancer

‘Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.’ ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe