Pinks and Greens, a field of flowers.
Like Degas’ dancing ballerinas the tulips and poppies move in concert.
My mind, is painting. And that’s a start.
Spring Flower Dance
Amazing, isn’t it?
I’m wondering how I might communicate such joyfulness.
How I might express the loveliness of their dance.
I’m wondering if watercolors like this ….. would do the job, or acrylics?
Maybe a palette knife on a large canvas. Something wild and free, perhaps like this…….
Arulean Spring Flowers
After 4+ hours of roaming up and down those slopes, I think I need to let it all sink in a little while.
Use some patience.
Its nearly overload.
But, oh my, what gorgeous-ness in pinks in greens.
Degas’ dancing ballerinas, looking so much like the field of tulips and poppies.
I couldn’t resist including his stunning pastel painting.
And, that cobalt teal dress alongside the pink… that, ensured that I most definitely did.
Arulean Flower Gardens
There was so much more than even all the glorious colored tulips.
A pond like Monet’s, magnificent magnolias, tumbling waterfalls in mossy dark boulders.
And the wisteria hadn’t even started yet.
It was a painter’s delight.
It would be a marvellous idea to take the paints and go one day.
And now, I’m wondering……. who to go with!!
Edwin Curran, “Flowers are the music of the ground. From earth’s lips spoken without sound.”