Your eyes dart from one side of the painting to the other, as you are compelled to search the art and look for clues. Your eyes move in the same motion Allium Flowers move in the wind on a summer day. The artwork evokes a feeling, expresses a mood, and we are enticed to look some more. You are captivated by the transparencies; You notice the violet hues ranging from dark to light, and the touch of detail that is present amid an impressionistic scene. The green of the plants leaves gound you, and you feel that even now in the middle of the abstraction, things will be ok.
Rose Elaine's artwork is a vacation; it removes you from stress; her work becomes a necessity and will bring you back day after day if only for a moment to breath to sit and smile and feel refreshed.
Rose Elaine's work is now on display at CarlatheCurator's facebook page, and her website roseelainepublishing.com. Purchase prints of her work at Fine Art America or a Journal with this image at Purple Flowers Gratitude Journal
Beyond the blue haze
Love gone wrong
Brought forth beauty
In the form of a flower
Everyone says so
Sadness seeks shelter and heals
Healing brings happiness, and the haze lifts and a bouquet
Poppies grew on the battlefield in a land decimated by war and near the trenches where the military men had buried their friends and fellow warriors. A Canadian soldier, John McCrae, took note and wrote a poem to the fallen heroes and entitled it "In Flanders Feild." A few years later, Moina Michael, was inspired and wrote another verse called, "We Shall Keep The Faith." Two days later, Armistice was declared, and Moina Michael had a new calling. She promised to wear a red poppy flower as a sign of remembrance. In 1920 the memorial poppy was recognized by the American Legion.Each year a few days before Memorial Day, I choose to paint poppies in remembrance. I give thanks.
A robin inspired the painting and here is the back story of the painting for you to enjoy.
“Robins are territorial, and they do not like me,” Ray said, as he recounts. "I had two of them trying to escort me off my lawn." A little tiny robin began to chirp; his redbreast thrust out for a fight. Chirp, chirp, chirp, and it flew near. Ray stood still. A half a dozen Robins in the backyard are scavenging for food as the sun began to set. Ray took a step forward, and the robin began to chirp again and fly and dip and dive. A standoff commenced. Ray and the robin. The robin and Ray. I rolled my eyes and went inside.
There are noisy little bluebirds are flying around my yard today. I have been watching them play with a shiny piece of tinfoil. Tinfoil is fun to play with, but it is not nourishing. They will grow tired of this activity, before long and will be looking for food or perhaps a place to nest. Bluebirds, like humans, are distracted by what is flashy and bright. Sensationalism draws us away from issues that are important. The newest gadget has us tempted to spend money rather than save money, and as we flip the station or browse the web, we are pulled into a mired of articles that are begging us to click. Journaling, proven to help settle the mind, brings mindfulness, helps us sleep and focus. The artwork on the front of the journal painted by Rose Elaine especially for you. Enjoy your moment of reflection when you look at the paintings in her gallery.
A rare bird spotted, a yellow cardinal, inspired both the painting and the poem.
When you are one in a million, you may be lonely.
But, not for long.
When you are Unique, you Shine.
Phenomenal and Rare.
You will RISE.
Birds of a feather may flock together while hidden in plain sight.
When you are Self-Sufficient and Special
Independent and Exceptional
Outlandish and Incredible
You are Outstanding in your field.
It is no surprise Balboa Park in San Diago, California, is a National Historic Landmark. Named after the Spanish explorer Casso Nunez de Valvoa Balboa, the 1,200-acre land makes room for 16 museums and the San Diago Zoo, The Park Carousel, and a host of attractions and venues.
The Japanese Friendship Garden, one of 17 gardens located on the land, began with a new idea of developing a Japanese garden outside of Japan. San Diego and its sister city Yokohama have a unique friendship, and together they provide a beautiful experience where you find a quiet and elegant beauty combined with the natural landscape and climate of California. A coy pond, flowers, walking paths, and waterfalls add to the daily delight.
Buttercups bloom among these gardens and its bright yellow petals, are a sharp contrast to the green grass and leaves growing on the brown dirt below. It causes us to catch our breath we are captivated and reminded of the beauty of our friendships and the joy of new friends.
In spring, as you walk through the gardens of Giverny, the famous lily ponds of Claude Monet. You see the inspiration of Monet's impressionist paintings. The multitude of flowers beckons you to walk and sit and think. An artist inspired to sit and draw or paint. If you are not an artist, you want to sit and look and listen. Bee's buzzing, insects, chirping, and birds are flying by. It is a peaceful place. It is the pilgrimage of many, and many are here to enjoy the day.
Pictured here, the Synaea Blue Tulip, bloom in mid-late spring. They wave at you as the wind blows, bending the flower to and fro. You are far from the stress of modern-day life. Most people do know that this famous impressionist painter dealt with depression. Most of his life. There is irony, in fact, that his paintings are pleasant. They sold as a cure for stress, in the same way, the essential oils sold today. What will not surprise you is that his garden gave him comfort, and we are comfortable as we walk.
In our daily life, as battle the pressures of the day, we can sit and write in our prayer journals. For at least a moment, feel the comfort and remember Isiah 41:10, Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.'
The master gardener in my family is my father. For many years we enjoyed his property in Decaturville, TN. Beautiful trees, green grass, and a multitude of flowers. I have often thought of the 23rd Psalm while walking around and enjoying the view. I am sure this is what David was talking about when he wrote the 23rd Psalm.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Tulips will tickle your fancy.
at the end, of a long winter day.
Once the grey is gone, and snow melts. The bird will sing its song and wake the flower who had slept for a very long time.
The blue sky beckons the flower to grow.
The sunshine smiles. Day after day.
The tulip becomes restless and wiggles and stretches and reaches for the world to see.
Tulips will curtail your cantankerous tone and fill you with renewed joy.
But be careful. As anyone from Chicago can tell you, spring fever doesn't last forever.
A trip to Paris is not complete without visiting the Rodin Museum, Especially in spring. When roses are in bloom, it is magical. The gardens boast of 2,000 rose bushes and over 100 different kinds of roses. The architect Jacques Sgard designed the landscape. He shares with us a naturalist theme that was popular in the 18th century. A naturalist garden will meet the needs of the gardener by using what nature has already given us. Along the side of the museum, the roses bring us to one of Rodin's most well-known sculptures called "The Thinker." A bronze sculpture, placed on a pedestal, of a man sitting on a rock. The man is resting his chin on his hand as if to be in deep thought. As we look at this sculpture, we think too. Many scholars have used this image to symbolize philosophy — the study of deep questions about life, our existence, values, and reason. As we pray and meditate, we consider these ideas as well. As we take time to smell the roses, let us also take time to be thankful and to think.
When everyone talks about autumn
The Great Smoky Mountains
leaves orange-red and yellow
I dream of spring
after the snow melts, and the budding trees begin to brighten my day.
Bradford pairs, blue Phlox, forsythia, and Azalea, start to show their colors and the fever hits. The uncontrollable urge to sing and sit outside and smile.