About my artwork 2008-2011:
Recently, I have been experiencing nostalgia for my mother's garden. When I was a child I envisioned the secret life of every creature around me, real and imaginary. I suspected they were up to something special when humans weren't around.
Everything seemed magical and mysterious. Even inanimate objects had life. I watched the bees buzz and the birds sing. I even made friends with a dead animal. I had no idea what death was, I just thought that the creature had taken off its coat. I was not afraid of its bones. I whispered all my secrets into its skull. It kept the secrets safe and sent them into the earth. Which everyone knows, secrets help the garden grow.
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a dear post indeed, instant favorite...
ReplyDeletesuch a magical post, thank you for giving us a glimpse into your childhood and wonderful relationship with life.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if whispering secrets to bones was what gave you your magical image-stories to paint. Some listening garden spirit knew you were the girl to plant those seeds in....
ReplyDeleteMe too.
ReplyDeleteThankyou for putting it into words. :)
Jess xx