Posted on January 25, 2014
This was the last lotus flower of 2013 that I saw on the lotus pond. Somewhat battered by the winds & cold nights here in the Dordogne. But still offering up its golden heart, despite of it all.
I love the life cycles of flowers. Yes they reach apogee, perfection then deteriorate, disband, fall apart. Sometimes even in the time span of a morning. Doesn’t this transience make them all the more beautiful?
Currently enjoying the tips of sprouting daffs & hyacinths in the garden.
Posted on August 14, 2010
Posted on August 12, 2010
Posted on August 8, 2010
‘where the bee sucks, there suck I’ – gentle will
the bee rich in honey
works his way round
the giant yellow sundial
clever ol’ yellow pants!
his pockets bulging with summer
a thousand smiling faces
turn towards the sun
hope u dont mind me talking to myself here silently in this quiet blog as the comments are deafening !
or was it just the bad poetry???
Posted on August 3, 2010
Posted on July 29, 2010
one of series…
“A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze! “- exerpt from ‘Sunflower Sutra’ by Allen Ginsberg
jumping for joy this one
Posted on July 28, 2010
one of many in a series – just for fun 😉
” A perfect beauty of a sunflower! ”
exepert from ‘Sunflower Sutra’ by Allen Ginsberg
Posted on July 26, 2010
“Keep your face to the sunshine
and you cannot see the shadow.
It’s what sunflowers do.”
– Helen Keller
Posted on July 25, 2010
number two in a series…
some previous watercolours of sunflowers :
sunflowers circa 1997 – Van Gogh 1889 – Who ‘owns’ subject matter?
Posted on July 24, 2010
here comes a series of paintings of sunflowers.
William Blake : Ah! Sunflower
Ah! sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller’s journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves and aspire; Where my sunflower wishes to go.
William Blake (1757-1827) P. 1793