The Plum tree in the back yard has been steadily ripening for the last two weeks, yielding enough fruit to, so far, make two batches of sauce and three small jars of preserves. Today’s harvest will be the last for the season.
I referred to The California Native Plant Society’s Website to help me identify the type of candy we’ve been growing and discovered that Sierra plums are supposedly a good source of vitamins C and A and fiber. It is likely that Sierra plums were a part of the diets of Native American tribes in Northern California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains.
And so with my newly gained knowledge about this season’s candy harvest, the mess and tedium of prepping today’s harvest for the next batch of tastiness will be met with aplomb.
I took a trip to Lassen County three weeks ago at the invitation of a friend to get away from the Sacramento heat for 6 days, help with some cabin chores, and free myself from the distractions that I’ve been allowing to thwart my creative endeavors. She was absolutely right about the distractions. How could I refuse the invitation?
The beauty and solitude of the place is glorious. My iphonography skills don’t adequately capture the divine spirit that abides in the natural world and this particular little plot of heaven on Earth, but the images will suffice as reference when I attempt to translate the experience to original works of art on paper or canvas.
Before leaving to return to our “normal” lives of responsibilities and obligations, we took a tour of the surrounding parcels of land that have been in her family since the early 1900’s. Hearing the stories and feeling the history of the place still captures my imagination, and I look forward to disconnecting to reconnect again before the summer ends.
Britt Salvesen, co-curator of a retrospective that opened recently at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art and the J. Paul Getty Museum, noted that Mapplethorpe liked to play with the idea of flower eroticism and its association with lushness and vitality and its association with the transience of life.
I’m not sure that Robert Mapplethorpe gave as much in-depth thought to the images he created as Britt asserts. By selling the public images of flowers, Robert Mapplethorpe gave people images that they could hang on walls without being, or feeling, uptight.
I take photos of flowers that grow in my yard and garden for the simple pleasure of knowing that in sharing the image, a greater joy will be unleashed in each individual that views it. And I’d like to think that Robert approves of my mission: I want my art to be a joy that heals.