You hear all the time about writers who face writer’s block. I’ve never heard of “artist’s block,” but sometimes life just gets in the way of sketching and painting, or so it seems to me. This time of year, the garden calls out to me. All that color and new growth is inspiring and exhausting at the same time: weeding, mulching, rearranging plants, planning for foot paths, and picking annuals to plant among the perennials. Gardens don't just happen; they evolve over time, and there are always new ideas to try. After the work is all done, and the delicate flowers emerge, it's all worth it, though. Painting will come soon enough, and all that color will inspire.
“Take thy plastic spade,
It is thy pencil; take thy seed, thy plants,
They are thy colors.”
“Take thy plastic spade,
It is thy pencil; take thy seed, thy plants,
They are thy colors.”
(-William Mason, The English Garden
3 comments:
What a lovely painting.
I agree with you. I am so into gardening & spend most of my time I can out there. Everything else goes by the way side till winter comes along again. :) But I hope to keep painting too.
Where do you find all those lovely poems too?
Hi !
I found you over at Miss Doodle's place.
Once the garden starts to wake up I have a difficult time carving out enough time to paint......those beautiful plants lure me out every time!!!!!
Beautiful art. I'll be back again ! Gotta run for now.
Cris, some of the poems I've saved in books I have, and some I found on the internet!
Thanks for visiting, Paula. I love Miss Doodle's work, too--found her through Cris in Oregon! so whimsical!
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