Wisdom of the Acorn ©Morri
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This is a piece that I did a few years ago… a miniature still life. It’s one of leaves with an acorn as the main subject. It remains in my possession, and it is another one that I will not sell.
It sums up how I feel about life…especially my own.
First, let me tell you about the piece. It’s 12″ x 12″ charcoal on gessoed masonite. I was in a class, and we were to do a still life (our choice of items). I didn’t want to select something from the same familiar still life materials in the studio so I walked outside. I was about to give up and return to the studio when I looked down and I saw my still life…like a little gift calling out to me.
Charcoal was my medium choice…I thought it only fitting to use something that is charred wood. Besides I have always loved the feel of charcoal in my fingers…no brushes separating us.
Such a small seed holding the beginnings, the blue prints if you will, of what can become a magnificant oak tree. A tree that can far out live us. The secrets of life all summed up inside that little seed…from beginning to end. The answers revealed to those who discover the open door.
On the surface an acorn seems so different than you and me…yet we are much the same. We are of the same energy…and we have the same life cycle…birth…life…death…birth. There is so much more I could write about my acorn seed..but I will spare you. I will sum it up telling you why the little open heart door.. Like the acorn…we hold the secrets in our own hearts. If only, we allow it to open so we can look within~
Enough for now…just remember, I warned you that my mind tends to dwell in another place most of the time…usually within the lights and shadows among the trees…or in the face of a flower.
Until later then….
Love and Light,
~gypsy-heart
There I dwelled, as if alone, until you found me. I found I was not alone at all. A hand full of flowers I hold in my hand. A hand full of memories I hold for another time. A handfull of charcoal pressed tightly as if looking for something more. I found my heart had opened as if there within my being lay a secret door, once held closed, held still, yet hearts were beating and beating myself for reasons unknown to anyone but me. There I held onto hope and virture, there I let go of doubt and fear as the seed of life revealed it;s wonders for all that would see. There I held the door open, as an unsaid invitaion that remains between friends that need no inviation nor secret doors, nor flowers in hand to come and go. Even so my door remains open for you, a secret no more.
Hi Suz,
I got back from my break. I like your acorn. strange about the charcoal – the last image in my cards is actually of a charcoal burner (I’m not the artist, by the way, but I ‘m kind of the guiding hand behind the scenes.)
http://www.rainringcards.com/Cards/Crossing/81.aspx
Later
94S
That is strange about the charcoal. Could it be that charcoal represents change…the burning of the old ways…the purifying of thought?
I looked at the card and I love the image and the words…..such sage words they are. I am curious about your cards and where your images come from… as you said…your guiding hand behind the scenes.
peace,
~suz