There are always flowers for those who want to see them.Henri Matisse

photography: Tamara Jare

I bought this little broken porcelain plate at the flea market some time ago. It was not an act of conquering a treasure, it was more a feeling that this small piece has to be saved and protected. I still keep it. For  each time I look at it I ask myself, is it so dear to me because of pretty hand painted flowers , or for the fact that someone glued it together so carefully to overcome destiny. But in fact it reminds me, each time again, that it is worth it. It is worth to plant a flower,  it is worth to make a bouquet, it is worth to paint a plate, it is worth to glue broken pieces together. Because you newer know when someone would come by and say: look at these pretty flowers, they are worth it!

P.s.: to see flowers in my painting, please visit my site 🙂

Reblog From The Pink Shed

Flowers Speak to My Friend

July 11, 2018Michele LaFollette

 

 

‘The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with her* through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards her.”

–Auguste Rodin

Dear Reader:

Tamara Jare, at My Botanical Garden, speaks fluent “flower.” You may remember that her bouquet graces the desk in my pink shed. It’s such a lovely reminder of the beauty found in nature, art and friendship.

Some days, especially when you’re blue, you just need a bit of pink. Today is one of those days and I’m grateful for the escape and comfort Tamara’s art brings to me. You can visit her at Saatchi Art.com. Enjoy!

Michele

*I took the liberty of replacing “him” with “her” in the above quote.

 

P.S. : Reblogged from:

https://fromthepinkshed.com/2018/07/11/flowers-speak-to-my-friend/

Please visit for more interesting reading 😉

Tamara

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.Henri Matisse

photography: Tamara Jare

I bought this little broken porcelain plate at the flea market some time ago. It was not an act of conquering a treasure, it was more a feeling that this small piece has to be saved and protected. I still keep it. For  each time I look at it I ask myself, is it so dear to me because of pretty hand painted flowers , or for the fact that someone glued it together so carefully to overcome destiny. But in fact it reminds me, each time again, that it is worth it. It is worth to plant a flower,  it is worth to make a bouquet, it is worth to paint a plate, it is worth to glue broken pieces together. Because you newer know when someone would come by and say: look at these pretty flowers, they are worth it!

P.s.: to see flowers in my paintings, please visit my site 🙂

“As for me, olives, endives, and smooth mallows provide sustenance.” Horace, Odes