Musings on Artistic Fantasy

“Sunday morning coming down…”. We remember or have heard the line from that country song. I seem to hear it in the deep soulful voice of Johnnie Cash. I had my share of those dark empty awakenings. Enough to be thrilled and blessed with joy this Sunday to awaken to a world of freedom from self. In this world I have boundaries to express my greatest fantasies in writing and art.

Now to be sure, art is in the eye of the beholder and is intrinsically relative, but mine is definitely primitive, unpredictable. Art to me is fun and fantasy. A fellow blogger asked me recently what my favorite art “subject” is. Wow! I could not answer her. I suppose the closest I can come is “Fantasy”. Here I reluctantly and with fear and trembling, post a few of my pieces. “Sunday morning coming out…”. Feedback from any and all will be graciously accepted!    

 Cheers and Happy Sunday!  

Myra

 

 

Coming on Fall

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Orange-THE Blazing Color of Fall came crashing into my home this week- almost October, time to bring the gold of autumn inside. 

Orange came smashing through the muted blues, grays, yellows and white of my rooms. It came by way of this cake platter I saw and fell in love with, knew I had to have and ultimately ordered from anthropologie.com.

In order to bring it all together in my dining room, I pulled out two white pumpkins from last year, picked up a few tiny new ones.

The table cover is actually a Tibetan throw from Celedon.com a fabulous source for all things cool and unusual in Mt. Pleasant, S.C.

Sideboard-wise and continuing the cake stand theme, the huge mums are from last year, purchased at AceHardware, a locally owed with a totally unique home and gift department. The white and silver runner is from anthropologie.com.  The wonderful silver platter is a family heirloom. 

All in all, Orange is here and seems to be doing well. Crashing and smashing into my room with its Blazing Color of Fall.

Mums and pumpkins, purples and reds, indigo hues of Tibetan seams long ago stitched: sparkling twines interwoven against polished silver, reflecting all of golden Autumn.

Ah…I smile.

Coming On Fall

 

Some time you don’t get what you want, but what you needed was right there in front of you all the time.

If you read me at all you cannot miss it. It is a category and tag in my drop-down menu. Yesterday I went to my local garden center, the trunk of my car overlayed with plastic, girl scout ready to load up with a flat of It; Blazing Color, more precisely, Ornamental Cabbages-a wonder and majesty of Fall.

Back at home the containers stood empty, soil, Quick Start, frustrating hose all untangled, spades at attention and gloves cleaned. I was prepared to redo for fall.

With anticipation and joy in my heart, I met the mistress of plants, my trusted “Queen of Pots”. You can imagine the depth of despair when she gave me the cabbage calendar. OMG! I was too early. My Blazing Color would not arrive for six more weeks! Seeing the utter dismay and sorrow on my face, she attempted to steer me to the monotonous mums.

Untempted, I meandered through the succulents, found a lovely trailing, twisted pink Philodendron not unlike ones my grandmother misted with her tiny copper can. Shuffling back toward my car, the perfect hand-made and paint-dripped clay pot caught my eye for the pink lady. Happily checking out, a group of ruby-red hens and chicks found their way to my arms and off home we went.

 At home with no real potting to speak of necessary, I began to plunder about and re-arrange. Pushed back into a corner of the patio I noticed a quite large pot containing fragrant lavender nearly grown into a tree and overrun with wandering jew. After picking and pruning it a bit, I saw it was quite a beauty. I paired it up with the ruby-red chick pot, placed her majesty, Philodendron close by and was

dazzled with the color and fragrant beauty. Not quite blazing color. Cabbages can wait. For now it’s coming on Fall.

 

 

 

Flowers…..

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Try as I might, capturing the frail beauty of a bloom is beyond my blundering hand. The hues and tones of nature, bleed together mysteriously so as to create three dimensional glories worthy only of the great Creator. If I was a poet perhaps an Ode to the twining flures would suffice. 

As for today, I offer this new work. It is filled with all the joy of glorious hues and tones of nature. Every mystery of my hand and imagination gladly fumbled it onto the canvas.

One for my friend. One for my child.

Flowers…

The Taxidermist

Cold as stone, he found him.

Lifeless matted friend .

Sled a’home took him.

 

In lamplight dim began.

Thawing fire a’blazing,

Chipping, tearing, cleaning.

 

Warm as toast, he made him.  

Lifelike woolly king.

Stately, grand and grazing.

 

Through shining rays he witnessed,

Sprouting crown and smile.

His parsnip fell again. Amazing!

A78

“Summer Morning”
tagged: Blazing Color

Thanks to the artist MDH.

Awesome photography!

Summer Morning

 

Morning breaks, dewy sweet,

Fresh breeze cleanses my soul,

Sharpens my senses,

Garden to lane like gracious gifts,

They surprise me with joy.

All the world is new.  

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Summer Morning

Summer Morning

Blazing heat, early swelter.

Dank sweetness in damp arable soil.

Aroma surpassing, every intoxicating fragrance.

 

Last, lingering, luxurious under-tone  

The Master Perfumer’s collective emoluments,

Most heavenly, pungent and rare.

 

Overcoming the senses,

Arousing a longing,

In Blazing Color

 

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Summer Morning