Tuesday, April 24, 2012
I have spent many springs with my hands in the dirt, starting the garden over, and discarding last years Remains. The beginning of this process always looks like a mess, and it is hard to imagine that it will be much, that it will be a beautiful picture at its Zenith sometime later in the Summer.
I try hard not to focus on the skeletons, the rusting leaves, and leavings of last years flowers. I push back against the pile of rubbish that grows in the waste can to be discarded, or recycled. And I think about what truly remains. It is there in my hands as Iook down, seemingly fragile but secretly STRONG. Here in my hands are the seeds of last years flowers, ready to begin again. They are what truly remains.
This angel is about starting over from your own secret strength. She is 14 inches tall, made of muslin and fabric, and vintage trims. her face is painted with acrylics.
Thanks for looking and Happy Spring!