We found the untitled work in the garage when we bought this house. Wrapped in black plastic, it leaned against a wall with other leftover materials and bric-a-brac that we inherited. I was thrilled to discover it, and immediately moved it upstairs to my work space for safe keeping and daily appreciation. Whomever the artist was, we shared in the value of redeeming what would have otherwise been discarded, destined for the landfill or recycling center.
My attempts at converting reusable material into works of art doesn’t always result in a piece worthy of framing, but the process is cathartic.
“You can never ignore a cactus in bloom.” ~ Albert Einstein
Albert was right. I noticed the ceroid cactus blooms this morning while collecting my rain soaked watercolor paper from the garden. The passing shot taken with my mobile device is no Frans Lanting, but the result of the spontaneous act is, I think, worthy of a post.
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.