My latest find at the French brocante.
7:30 in the morning.
Oil on canvas.
Vase with roses, varied colored lilacs and greens.
Worn true enough to steal my heart.
Thick paint light textured brush strokes.
Layers upon layers as sweetly placed as nature's petals
A hint of perfume,
a bouquet in a Asian designed vase.
Gathered. Painted. Kept.
Certainly it was painted this time of year.
When the lilacs bloom, the roses follow the air change, the painter rejoices.
The air moves, creates a mood, the song as perfume is released and our hearts open wide.
Embracing the day.
Breath it in.
A painting in painted.
A memory kept.
I found it at the brocante.
Spring is here.
What story will I leave behind?
What story am I telling?
Who are the main characters?
Where do I plant my love? My Joy? My Forgiveness?
The painter painted.
A painting to remind me to be: