A Spring Morning (Watercolor 11X14) |
I laid my brush in the wet red paint of the blooms and pulled down the stems so the green and the color of the bloom joins together. It makes the bloom and the stem one. If not, they will look like suckers on a stick.
Meanderings~~~~~ As artists and poets we usually show our heads before anyone else does. We are definitely the visionaries and usually before others see, we are creating and bringing it to their attention. And, like the tulip we expose ourselves to the winter breeze. Chilled, alone and shivering we bring attention that the promise of a new thought or idea is in the air.
When spring is in full bloom, the tulip is forgotten, everyone has gone on to enjoy the other flowers until next spring and a another year. I count on those tulips coming up every year.
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