Work in ProgressEvening Primrose
10 x 10
Many years ago, at the beginning of my former life, I had a law professor whose favorite phrase was "Hope springs eternal". He used it often- usually in an ironic or sarcastic way- to respond to student questions. It became a sort of mantra my classmates and I used to describe our miserable plight. Over the years, it still pops up in my head from time to time. A few weeks ago I was out walking and noticed that the Evening Primrose, a wildflower that blooms in north Texas in April and May were out. Spring offers a bonanza of wildflowers in Texas, the most famous being the showy bluebonnet. But, my favorite is the primrose- its delicate, translucent, pale pink flowers held up by impossibly thin, wispy stems- it seems too fragile to ever survive, much less thrive along the roads and across the fields of north Texas. And yet, it does. Hope springs eternal. These days, it means something completely different to me.
3 comments:
Your shared sensations about the world around you always brings me joy. Thank you for being a blessing in my life and making a difference in the world.
What a lovely thing to say, Robin. Thank you.
what a brave soul you are from breaking free from your former life. I've always admired your work but didn't know about your transformation..or that you were a FL gal like me.
I was wondering, do you have any advice how to start approaching galleries? How many paintings should I show a perspective galley etc..in your opinion. I'm not sure if I have what it takes just yet, so I'm a little timid to try. I hope I can gleen some of your brave spirit here at your blog! What an insiration you are to us all!
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