Some images for you today from my tumblr: Seed Capsules which is a place I store things I wish to take in again.... its a wonderful archive that is pieced together by the hearts and minds of many as they share what they like and on it goes!
Also by this artist...
Nature Trail commission for The Scarlet Hotel, Mawgnan Porth, Cornwall (three framed collections of assorted leafworks and driftwood pieces, 70 x 40 x 6 cm each, for individual objects see gallery pages) Happiness I have been taught never to brag but now I cannot help it: I keep a beautiful garden, all abundance, indiscriminate, pulling itself from the stubborn earth. Does it offend you to watch me working in it, touching my hands to the greening tips or tearing the yellow stalks back, so wild the living and the dead both snap off in my hands? The neighbor with his stuttering fingers, the neighbor with his broken love: each comes up my drive to receive his pitying, accustomed consolations, watches me work in silence a while, rises in anger, walks back. Does it offend them to watch me not mourning with them but working fitfully, fruitlessly, working the way the bees work, which is to say by instinct alone, which looks like pleasure? I can stand for hours among the sweet narcissus, silent as a point of bone. I can wait longer than sadness. I can wait longer than your grief. It is such a small thing to be proud of, this garden. Today there were scrub jays, quail, a woodpecker knocking at the white and black shapes of trees, and someone's lost rabbit scratching under the barberry: Is it indiscriminate? Should it shrink back, wither, and expurgate? Should I, too, not be loved? It is only a little time, a little space. Why not watch the grasses take up their colors in a rush like a stream of kerosene being lit? If I could not have made this garden beautiful I wouldn't understand your suffering, nor care for each the same, inflamed way. I would have to stay only like the bees, beyond consciousness, beyond self- reproach, fingers dug down hard into stone, growing nothing. There is no end to ego, with its museum of disappointments. I want to take my neighbors into the garden and show them: Here is consolation. Here is your pity. Look how much seed it drops around the sparrows as they fight. It lives despite their misery. It glows each evening with a violent light. PAISLEY REKDAL The Kenyon Review Winter 2011 wonderfulambiguity: Leonardo da Vinci, Fruit and Vegetables, 1487-1489
(via unnaturalist, plague-songs) journalofanobody: Paul Klee, Remembrance of a Garden, 1914
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4 comments:
What a wonderful collection of images. Thank you for sharing it.
thanks Claire... love seeing the world through others eyes!
S
hi sophie, i had an absolutely wonderful trawl through your blog last night. loved the paintings you've made and those of others that you have collected.
also i wanted to share with you marie laure de villepin makes these absolutely wonderful sculptures of seed pods. hope you can find more links to her work. here is one -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tGsfaWr3eA
Hi Priya,
so great to hear from you.
This is very interesting your link to the french sculptor... thanks for sending this.
Thank also for the wonderful compliment!
Hope you are going very well!
S
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