The most curious thing happened while I was painting in the garden today...
I kept thinking about the Allegory of Spring by Sandro Botticelli.
I collected a wonderful smattering of sun torched and fresh flowers from my garden.
I ate big crisp succulent, sweetest of sweet, grapes.
I looked upon our sort of second spring in my desert place with great joy.
Where desert meets forest.
And I thought...
I always love this Botticelli piece.
The thought of it immediately sent me to my little library of books.
And somehow, quite naturally, my hands began tucking petals into the piece.
As I watched it come to life.
That sort of moment is sure to inspire a beautiful afternoon of painting in the garden.
From stem to petal to color.
From breeze to bliss.
I stepped in.
If only for one fragile moment.
In I went.
I tossed petals about quite decadently.
Listening to the hauntingly beautiful sound of violins.
And there I was...
For a moment in time.
In that perfect way that a collision of inspiration, imagery and imagination can take you away.
Swirled right up in golden afternoon sun and a cool breeze.
Fluttered about like a butterfly.
Back in time.
Imagine that date?
And then, somehow I managed to grab my camera and come back.
Just in time to share it with you.
How about that?
I suppose one can never truly know what happens when art and petal collide?
I was overjoyed to be standing right in that space...
Where a wave of creative consciousness swooped me up.
A perfect afternoon voyage.
Now I sip hot tea with almond milk and type away.
Excited to go to sleep and see if I can step back into my art book.
Loveliest weather here.
The shift, the dance of summer to autumn is definitely in the flirtation stages.
Oh how wonderful to see it happening.
Brings us a taste of spring in mid September, in these southwestern lands.
Lovely day indeed.
What's happening in your neck of the woods?