Life to Art

Iris

In Spring, the bulbs that have been seemingly asleep underground, poke their heads up through the crusty earth.  Where I live, it’s usually the crocus first.  Then the daffodils.  Next, the tulips.  Finally, the irises.  Several years ago, I planted tulips and irises along the path in the front yard.  Probably not the best decision as there’s a lot of hopping over them by me and any guests who come to visit.  That said, they are there and make their appearance when conditions are right.

This painting was actually based on a photo of a little iris growing beside this path.  The tightness with which it held its bud form was noted.  The very next day, I was shocked (in a good way) to see that it had burst open overnight.

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Like a trumpet sound, it was impossible to ignore.  A beautiful declaration to be noticed and appreciated!

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A bulb holds promise, doesn’t it?  Years ago, I moved into a house in the San Francisco Bay Area with my family.  When we had first seen the house, before we purchased it, I had noticed the abundance of flowers in the backyard…it must have been springtime.  Months later, the flowers had come and gone.  Digging in the backyard, I found all of these gnarly brown flaky things in the soil.  I had no idea that I was tossing bulbs away, the flowers that I had witnessed in the spring.  When I think back on this, I feel sad…I didn’t know.

These days I plant bulbs and look forward to the glorious gift packaged within each tight little knot as it prepares to share its glory!

The garden, nature, is a source of inspiration to artists across time.  It’s no surprise.  Witnessing beauty, our hearts are uplifted.  The artist finds a way to render this beauty…there are so many ways.  I wonder what it is that leads one from observation of beauty to the desire to paint or portray it.  Maybe it’s a desire to preserve it and the feeling that it gave when you first witnessed it.  Or maybe it’s a desire to share it with others.  Perhaps it’s instinctual to want to capture it in an artistic way–to claim it more deeply.  I wonder.

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Sheltering in place, many more people are buying plants from the garden center.  There’s nowhere to go, nothing usual to do — creating a garden…often a food garden with flowers to beautify seems like a good idea.  Seeking the good in the present circumstances through a return to the soil.

 

Earth Day 2020

Such a universe we live in!  Earth Day is tomorrow, Wednesday,
April 22, 2020!  I’m posting this the day before as a reminder…there might be some event that you are interested in virtually attending.

What is earth day?  It is an annual event celebrated by more than 193 countries around the world!  The intention is, of course, to gather together to celebrate our earth–to pledge to protect and respect our planet earth home, the environment.  Yesterday, my brother said that every day should be earth day.  I agree.  It’s like mother’s day…shouldn’t we always honor our mothers?  Not only one day a year.

With Covid 19 restrictions in place, the earth is breathing easier.  Have you seen the photos of Los Angeles and noted its improved air quality?  Or the Himalayas?  Where else?

Earth Day is going to be celebrated virtually this year.  Many communities around the world are planning to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Earth Day.  There are going to be digital earth day events!

Earth Day 2020

This site gives you everything you need to know about Earth Day 2020.  Local communities are also having virtual gatherings.  I hope you find a way to participate.  Even if it’s only going out to your garden and weeding and planting.

It’s time to connect deeply with our earth and all of our relations.

This painting/collage symbolizes the star stuff that comprises us.  A star, you, me or anyone falls to earth.  We intercept this time and place on earth.  This is no mistake.  We came here at this pivotal time to share our unique gifts.  I don’t doubt it.

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Blessed Earth Day.

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”
― Carl Sagan