A Flower Blossoms For Its Own Joy!

AFlowerBlossomsForItsOwnJoy2WM_JenniferVisscher

A flower blossoms for its own joy! – Oscar Wilde

Hello everyone!

I’ve haven’t posted in awhile as life got very busy and complicated there for a bit but I’m happy to report that things have leveled out and returned to a place where I can focus on making art once again!

Lately I’ve been making pieces to take to the local farmer’s market here in Portland, Maine. I started with a radish and a tomato drawn in a botanical illustrative line drawing manner and then digitally adding pattern and color and what FUN I’ve been having with this new approach! Ok, not totally new – I’ve been playing with this some but I feel I’ve taken it to a new level and one I’m just adoring. When an artist “hits” something that causes the feeling of giddy happy and you can’t wait to create the next thing then you know you are in the zone! I’m in the zone baby!

I’ll share the veggies I’ve mentioned once I have a series of them to put up together but I just had to stop and create some cut flowers in a jar. At this time of year it seems we see these spring beauties on window sills, picnic tables, and anywhere we can bring their joy of blossoming – inside. They may bloom for their own joy but once they do they extend their nature to all who come within their view.

Until next time – make sure YOU blossom for your own joy – for you will spread it to all you see!

JennaSigSm

I will be at the Saturday Portland Farmer’s Market on and off throughout the summer. Come stop by and say hello!

 

The Earth Laughs In Flowers

“The earth laughs in flowers” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

I love to create and tend a garden.

I am so very ready for spring – aren’t you? Since we moved to Maine last July this will be our first spring in our new home. There is much to do and much to discover and we await it with baited breath as the chill in the air holds on still.

I feel a huge sense of accomplishment in watching my vegetable garden come to life. Eating foods you have sown, tended, and picked feels real. It feels right to me and it is a hobby that keeps me active, intrigued, and engaged. But I plant flowers to see the pallet and texture of a composition come to life. I thrill when the first buds start to appear in the spring and I feel like the perennials who come back to visit me each year, thriving a bit more with time and care, become my friends. I speak to them – in my mind anyway as I walk past, “Hello Ms. Butterfly Bush, your purple is looking especially vibrant today!” And,”Ooh Hollyhock, I’m sorry to hear you are having such a bad case of the grasshoppers.” Flowers are joy and love and laughter.

Pick a posy; laugh with the earth!

Until tomorrow.

JennaSigSm