The purple Anemone I planted in the garden last week recovered from the recent torrential downpours that we were blessed to receive. The rain drenched and delicate petals reflecting the afternoon light bolstered my resolve to be less of an enemy to myself so that my art practice and creative purpose has a stronger chance to more fully bloom.
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Sweet and delicate, Poppy,
I can’t find the words to tell you what you already know.
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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.
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Our work constructing and filling the ten foot by 4 foot wooden garden bed for our front yard is complete, and the carrot, beet, and lettuce seeds I planted have begun pushing up the dirt. You can see the raised bed just beyond the tips of assorted roses and lavender that grace the landscape of our home.
A pink Tea Rose bush is blooming in the back yard,
and our home is filled with the aroma of fresh cut flowers every day.
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