A truncated bowl of tulips.

Praise the Lord:: for it is good to sing praises to our God, it is pleasant and suitable… He heals the broken in heart and makes their wounds comfortable…

Great is our Lord, and of great power, His understanding is infinite.

Psalm 147 : 1, 3, 5 ( Sandy’s choice and understanding )
Flowers say I remember
Before memory
You brought me into this world

You are
my beginning
before my time of remembering

Thank you for my coming in!

Sandy 19 March 2023 for
7 April 1956

Photographing these tulips as individuals brought me closer to them.

Warmth and a glow of yellow on orange. A fire of coolness in folds.

Details make perfection, and perfection is not a detail.

Leonardo Da Vinci Italian inventor, architect, artist…
Folds like silk with shadows.
No flattening but still there is stillness in all the movement .

A white flower grows in the quietness.

The petal edges aren’t smooth but cut into little feathers that take their own haphazard positions.
Their colour is maroon but not all the time because it holds a delicate white with many minute vein ridges .

When making experiences, attention to detail matters.

Richard Branson.
In a truncated bowl these flowers are now together.
Tomorrow they will have opened more and taken other shapes.
They are standing alone with no support so they can move as they wish.
Then I painted the flowers as they took up their positions.
A wonderful gift in a group and as individuals.

As Henri Matisse said: ” You study you learn , but you guard the original naivete. It has to be within you…. as love is in the lover.”

We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.

George Bernard Shaw

I dedicate this post to my dear late Mum. She lives on in my sister and me. We often remember what she said and sometimes wonder what she would have done in different situations. We are not too old to remember Mum.

Sandy 🙂

11 thoughts on “A truncated bowl of tulips.

  1. Love your poem and painting! Yes, I often think of Mom in different situations, sometimes with a laugh, sometimes a cry. She’s gone eighteen years in a couple of weeks.


  2. These flowers are beautiful! I love how you showed us the close-up shots and then all of them together arranged so sweetly in the bowl. Great painting too!


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