Following the river in the opposite direction – I met a frog caught in a bucket, grief and the sunset.
Yaay!! It’s my anarchist flowers and the quirky tree. I do make the silliest instagram comments at times. I like quirky, one of my favourite words! It does have nice twist and turns. The separated sky is a nice touch it adds to the overall quirkiness. And the flowers are terribly disobediantly growing wherever they like.
The composition of the trees are rather interesting, not sure how to express it as other than shadowing in an echo kind of way.
Oww. That poor flower has been tarnished, but it has not lost its appeal. Or is that just my romantic notions. The softness of this picture says care to me.
Woow the third one. So much going on and yet not much movement. The colours are stunning. And that yellow interruption averting the eyes as best it can. Is it jealous of the blue and pink soft touching or is it shouting please see me too? It does its best to break up the pinkblueish harmony. It is sunny and friendly yellow but as in the rose language I see the duality with added jealousy.
And as always I’m big on the reflexions it creates such a special dynamic.
The water, drowning… or drowning ones sorrows. Water is to me mostly cleansing. I’ve never really been scared of water in nature, I have respect for it but no fear. It’s the indoor pools that scare me. I’m strange like that.
The fifth one, another quirky tree. It is gloomy and I suppose some might see it as very decaying. But I can’t. I get this huge longing sensation instead. It makes me want to listen to old music, like Virgin Black’s Sombre Romantic and hold on to someone. Their music is to me all about the longing and wanting to belong rather than the on surface sorrow. Maybe it’s the bleak colours and poeticism that corresponds. It is not sadness but a different kind of romance. Anyway…
Flowing rivers… where is your mind at. Such naughty symbolism together with flowers. Where’s my head at?
I like the close up of the flowers, that yellow and dark green so poisonous but tempting. Very pretty to look at.
The glittering water in the 8th! Which is more dangerous? The self reflection or the poison? It’s not easy to be a flowing river put through endless temptation.
For shame mister… Do not tempt my playful sins so. A lonesome tree, standing tall on hard land. I shall say nothing about clouds… as I wish for it to come and make me feel death.
The coppery colour of the last one is marvelous. The warmth of it is quite comforting. Is it a secret meeting place? A place to hide from the world among the magic that is the forest. This would be a perfect spot for some La’cryma Christi and…
Can I find an overall story in this. Yes I can. Many trees after the same honey. Calling attention and drowning to a point of overflow and decay beyond no return. Only the softest and warm tree will stand alone in its triumph, because the others clash their seductive ways without a single care for the scarred flower who runs away, only to find solace in the warm coppery embrace of togetherness in a secret place.