The story of appleblossom
This painting was born from an experience this past spring - Standing beneath an apple tree, the blooms surrounding me in their explosion of pink-streaked white, I lost time watching the bees flit in and out of the blossoms, imagining what it must be like to be immersed fully in their color and light.
Recreating this impression, this feeling, allowing the self to fade into an experience was the inspiration for this piece. I hope that you, the viewer, might lose yourself in the childlike wonder of being entirely present.
And now, I invite you to fall into finding the connection, the holiness, the wonder that is the beauty of nature.
First Bloom
This spring was late to arrive
But now, almost as an apology
For her tardiness, every branch is in flower.
Heavily laden, covered
In white and pink.
The air is sweet with scent.
Bees flit in and out of the
Blossoms surround their happy bodies
They wriggle down into the bloom
Bright breezes of early summer,
Light against the skin, sure to give pleasure
In the first bloom of June.