searching for a quiet distraction...color and inspirations...
There is something very hopeful about the simple morning glory blooms... faces of the blooms rise up to the sweet morning sunshine...
I hope I remember to sow the seeds for these sweet flowers next Spring...I have had them before but for some reason I stopped planting them outside my back door...
the end of the zinnias for this summer...my deer ate mine...
The beauty of this graceful sunflower....against a blue blue sky...
a busy yellow jacket gathers her nectar....
the serenity of this intimate garden drew me near...no it is not mine...but a garden I see every day when I drive to my studio...
a place to watch the world go by and have your morning coffee...
Jay is my steadfast friend who works at the deli across the way.....
a beginning of my collage donation piece...
collage number two in process...
another layer of inks...a drizzle approach...before I add my text...I am still thinking how I want to add the words...and further images...quiet whisper work...
Eleven years ago I was taking a computer class for my wedding coordinator's position at our local Elder Beerman's store in Dayton. (Just on of the many positions I took to support my life as an artist.) When I was finally informed of the tragedy and now knew why the Blackhawk helicopters were flying overhead for the whole area....I just knew I wanted to come home to my family. There is a blur of chaos and images from the news coverage that replay over and over in my mind's eye and the silence I needed as I sat on my front porch swing ... trying to understand what is so totally lost to my brain. Three thousand souls lost....families still healing...courageous firefighters and protectors and medical fields who worked for days without seeing their own families...our country will never be the same. Today I tried to avoid the news...the returning feelings of angst...and sought out quiet whispers of prayers. I busied myself with my studio ...stopped to visit the grand daughters with after school sandwiches ... continued my quilting and gathered a few art supplies and beads to add to my piece. In the coolness of the evening outside...I look up to the sky above and pray for the healing peace to continue to grow. "There is beauty and power when we listen to a whisper." Making my whispers in the trees was a healing endeavor to heal my community. I wish you peace tonight. Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart
This is such a beautiful post, Mary Helen. I, like you, turned to my family and art yesterday. Quiet whispers. xox
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful & grace-full post, MH, we are on our way to healing, aren't we...xo...your garden photos are beautiful! and your collage work looks so very interesting!!! i like to add text by writing (or stamping) on tissue paper and then laying it into the work with liquid medium...that way you can test out different areas without committing...hope you have a wonderful day
ReplyDeleteI can see the influence of that lovely garden in your collages. These are pretty special my friend. Love where the energy is going. xox
ReplyDeleteThat garden is wonderful anybody would love it
ReplyDeleteI seen your comment over on Laurie's blog the button floozie gal
looks like you do good art hun
I like you spent the day in quiet contemplation without the sensationalizing of a very disquieting day 11 years ago. Grandchildren had so many questions last night at family time. I still do too.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the beautiful thoughts, images and energy. OmaLinda