Diptych of two 20 x 16" canvases. Painted with acrylic paint and oil stick.
This painting is inspired by the idea of flowers in the wild - left to their own devices- growing and swirling and swaying whichever ways they want. This is somewhat along the same lines as the idea of Nature reclaiming abandoned spaces. I am drawn to the idea of new growth covering what was left behind. Robert Frost's poem "The Last Mowing" is a literary source of inspiration:
"There's a place called Far-away Meadow
We never shall mow in again,
Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:
The meadow is finished with men.
Then now is the chance for the flowers
That can't stand mowers and plowers.
It must be now, through, in season
Before the not mowing brings trees on,
Before trees, seeing the opening,
March into a shadowy claim.
The trees are all I'm afraid of,
That flowers can't bloom in the shade of;
It's no more men I'm afraid of;
The meadow is done with the tame.
The place for the moment is ours
For you, oh tumultuous flowers,
To go to waste and go wild in,
All shapes and colors of flowers,
I needn't call you by name."