I water them once a week, turning the planter around at each watering to give the back side a chance to be the front side. I notice midweek—today, right now—how the leaves have shifted, have reached with quiet reflexive strength of purpose, bit by bit by bit since Wednesday, toward the light coming from the window across the room.
Just that.
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Like the Chrysalis Who Had No Idea 1.75 x 6"; acrylic, India ink, and collage on drawing paper, mounted on card stock abstract bookmark 2018 [sold] |
8 comments:
Always look forward for your posts. for the image and the story behind! The red sings through the leaves!
It's beautiful, Dotty! Fun you've sold it! Today I made my very first bookmark, inspired by your bookmark-making practice!
Love the post and this piece. The light gleaming on the leaves... cool :)
Thanks, Carol. Fun to hear that the red sings for you—me, too. Fun little bits of textural collage.
Simone, thanks. Oh—fun to hear that you've made your very first bookmark. Eager to see!
Thank you, Sheila. Ironically, what now appear to be leaves were no more than triangles in my mind as I created, and the light gleaming on them is stenciling I did when creating the handpainted collage paper from which I eventually cut my triangles. Indeed: cool!
Goodness! This looks like stained glass! Contemporary leaves! Love love LOVE!
oh! Love the stained glass feedback, Jen. Thanks for your love love LOVE!
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