In the Garden
In the Garden
In the quiet of the garden, I search for solace among the leaves and stems, hoping the familiar greenery will fill the hollow left in my heart.
The soft blues and greens reminding me of the gentle summer breeze floating through the garden air, carrying the scent of childhood; reminiscent of our time spent here together- planting, pruning, laughing.
Now, the garden feels both comforting and strange, alive with memories but empty without you.
I trace my fingers over delicate petals, as if the earth itself might offer words of comfort, but it remains silent, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I know this is your time to bloom, to spread roots in new soil, yet I feel like one of these leaves, pulled from the branch.
I come here every day, looking for you in the gentle sway of the plants, finding echoes of your laughter in the breeze, and hoping that, like these flowers, you’ll always find your way back home.
In the Garden, 8 x 10, Resin, Brass, mono type print, collage on cradled wood panel
In the Garden
In the quiet of the garden, I search for solace among the leaves and stems, hoping the familiar greenery will fill the hollow left in my heart.
The soft blues and greens reminding me of the gentle summer breeze floating through the garden air, carrying the scent of childhood; reminiscent of our time spent here together- planting, pruning, laughing.
Now, the garden feels both comforting and strange, alive with memories but empty without you.
I trace my fingers over delicate petals, as if the earth itself might offer words of comfort, but it remains silent, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I know this is your time to bloom, to spread roots in new soil, yet I feel like one of these leaves, pulled from the branch.
I come here every day, looking for you in the gentle sway of the plants, finding echoes of your laughter in the breeze, and hoping that, like these flowers, you’ll always find your way back home.
In the Garden, 8 x 10, Resin, Brass, mono type print, collage on cradled wood panel
In the Garden
In the quiet of the garden, I search for solace among the leaves and stems, hoping the familiar greenery will fill the hollow left in my heart.
The soft blues and greens reminding me of the gentle summer breeze floating through the garden air, carrying the scent of childhood; reminiscent of our time spent here together- planting, pruning, laughing.
Now, the garden feels both comforting and strange, alive with memories but empty without you.
I trace my fingers over delicate petals, as if the earth itself might offer words of comfort, but it remains silent, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I know this is your time to bloom, to spread roots in new soil, yet I feel like one of these leaves, pulled from the branch.
I come here every day, looking for you in the gentle sway of the plants, finding echoes of your laughter in the breeze, and hoping that, like these flowers, you’ll always find your way back home.
In the Garden, 8 x 10, Resin, Brass, mono type print, collage on cradled wood panel