Sibley Park
2009
William Bukowski
oil on linen
(in progress)
Once again, painting
gardens can be a metaphor for life. At first you are waiting eagerly for the growth of the new beds and buds. Then everything comes together, and blossoms in its glory and you enjoy the peak of summer.
And eventually you realize that no matter what, the peak will pass and slowly the flowers will die. For a few days you wouldn't notice. Some of the flowers are quite healthy, but you know what is coming.
I hope to finish at least two more from life before the end.
1 comment:
Don't worry about the peak past its prime. Imagine all that is to look forward to after the peak of Summer. Yes the garden is lovely, but Autumn brings beauty as well, with great earth tones melding into the sky. My personal favorite Autumnal colors are the glorious golden stripes running by the 4 regal and proud purples.
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