on wrap around canvas
The first in a series of that began with the faintest recollection of Sprintime, walking barefoot, on beds of moss, in my mother's garden. This developed into a lovely recognition of the impact this woman and time spent in her garden has had on my life.
Years ago, in considering doing a series inspired by her gardens, I had written this note:
" “The love for beautiful things is a gift my mother gave me without knowing it. She didn’t wrap it in a bow and hand it over. She gave it subtly, unexpectedly, on her knees, bent over arching stems that held trumpeting tiger lilies. She gave it in canvas tennies, stepping on dewy grass to point out Lilly of the Valley. She gave it by songs sung and storied told in the midst of cool evening shadows and the heady fragrance of phlox.”
This series, of Spring flowering branches and signs of new life, are a homage to my mother, and her beautiful garden.