What morning in our garden guessed
What bees for us to hum
With only birds to interrupt
The ripple of our theme
The good will of a flower
The man who would possess,
Must first present certificate
Of minted holiness
-- Emily Dickinson
This place is called Montifiori, or mountain of flowers. Here I visualized two people in love, walking hand in hand through the grass to their new home: their new life together. The green symbolizes the growth of love. Flowers abound.
My poem:
Soft grasses flowing
Beckoning us
Into the future
Go there we must
A yellow ground of oil paint brings sunlight through the lush greens and florals. A series of brights and lights of pastel overlays completed the image. The hand moved on its own path, without conscious thought, painting intuitively, until the finish. (A painter's dream.)
