Roses and glass..of old © Morri (Susan Morrison Sims)
acrylic/canvas 11″ x !2″ (double click on image to zoom) :)
The rose speaks of love silently,
in a language known only to the heart.
Hello Dear Hearts…Isn’t this the most beautiful quote ever!! If anyone knows the author please share it with me.
I hope your week was a pleasant one! As usual, mine was a busy one. I delivered the three pieces for the upcoming show at the Women’s Center, and I crossed some other things off the list too. Guess what though, I found a couple of hours to paint! Thus, Roses and Glass..of old. Needless to say, there is a story behind the painting, but I’ll try to keep it short. :)
It all started with a trip to Ace Hardware to buy a Yankee Candle for a friend. Somehow I found myself in the garden area..what a divine place!! Of course, it was the antique roses that beckoned me over, and they were on sale, marked way down! I made the mistake of leaning down close to smell just one remaining rose (ahh…instant therapy), and I can’t tell you what happened beyond that. I only know…
my heart was drunk with love
bewitched beyond control!
So one candle, a bamboo turtle wind chime (that’s another story), and SIX ANTIQUE ROSE bushes later I drove away.
Maybe the young lady that helped me is partially to blame…she was adorned with moon jewelry and a very interesting moon tattoo on her leg. I felt an instant connection, because I am madly in love with the moon too! She convinced me that the roses were a deal (and they really were!). Oh, and did I mention our most interesting spiritual conversation…you know I am very open minded he♥rted concerning all spiritual things.
I know, I know..I said no long ramblings today, so I am fast forwarding. I had to cut the roses back because they were in desperate need of some loving care. I felt bad about that, but at least they weren’t blooming so only a few flowers remained on the bushes. That night I put the cut roses in some tiny old bottles from the Drayton Island house and painted (ahh..instant meditation!!)! The large one is not from my adopted bushes..the young lady cut if off another one in the garden area. :O So naturally, I couldn’t leave it behind discarded at Ace Hardware.
Alas, the magic will continue, because the petals will eventually go into potpourri. Besides they are now captured on canvas, and who knows where that energy will go…right?
To think it all started with a candle gift for a friend, and ended up with roses in my garden…how very selfish of me. hee, hee. Yet, I can’t help myself if roses speak to me…can I? :) For you know….
If I were to be a flower..
`tis a wild rose, I would be!
~susan morrison sims (aka Morri, gypsy-he♥rt)
Well, I’ve “chatted” too much already. I hope you are all enjoying summer. Do take a minute or two to smell the roses. :)
Sending you energies of love and light…
in a language known only to the he♥rt.