I have this thing about flowers as a metaphor for so many things that necessitate description or definition or simply a place to be. And is it not true that when we seek to express an idea or a plan, it seems to germinate through the process of words and images? At least that is true for me because I am always torn between the power of phrases versus the beauty and tactile images of color and art.
I have been so busy the last few weeks that I have taken refuge in a bouquet of peonies that have been in my living room for many days. They seem to last forever. I probably have taken twenty photos in various lights and unfolding, a way to chart a journey of their life, a source of continual engagement and inspiration. It has given me reason to pause and reflect on the days when I am often at my computer or in my car. And essentially, it has become a forum for me to reflect on variations of colors and movement and all that this manages to entail.
I will be moving into a retail space soon. I think it was the bouquet of peonies that helped me arrive at this decision. It was simply a thought, similar to that peony bud, knowing it would eventually unfold, gradually reveal its reason and strength. I know I love the idea of story and metaphor, but truly it seemed to be an evolution of like-minded souls, the bloom and the action to decide.
And lingered there for awhile talking about our favorite project, the magazines we loved, and the plans we were making going forward.
When the shadows cast their spell in my garden at the end of the day, I felt that there was truly so much blooming in the world of paint, in me, the students in my workshop, and the idea of a retail shop soon to make its debut.