Category Archives: flower

It’s raining, it’s pouring…

 

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and wild winter weather is all around me. But here is a little bit of last summer’s beauty to brighten up the day.

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Triple delight in the garden

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Last year I was shocked to find a stem of orchid flowers growing in my garden on a seemingly almost dead plant. And this year, not one, not two, but three stems!

This stem I put in my bedroom, and the other two stems are in my lounge so everyone can enjoy the stunning display! Displayed in a slim-necked old tarnished silver and glass vase…Elegant beauty I think.

 

 


Broken beauty

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Damaged, weather beaten and yet still turning on a stunning display of beauty triumphing over adversity.

There is a different kind of beauty in the damaged and broken. They have a sense of vulnerability and fragility about them, mixed with strength and determination. That’s why I liked this blossom so much…tattered and torn and broken, it still blossoms radiantly.

 

 

 


Up the garden path…

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A stunning garden path I discovered recently, while walking in one of our stunning parks. The white hydrangeas were stunning against the green grass…a perfect match!


An old favourite in a new colour to love…

Hydrangea purple

It’s no secret that hydrangeas are one of my favourite flowers. I spotted these gorgeous indigo ones at a recent visit to a wonderful local garden. I am usually drawn to the softer, more muted shades of the pinks, the palest blue and creams – especially as they start to fade, but these vivid hues of indigo and deep purple were so stunning that I just fell in love with them.


A thought on personal and individual style.

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What is individual style? I have been thinking about this and have come up with a few thoughts about it. To me personal style transcends your home, your studio, your art, your creative endeavours. They are all just manifestations of your style. Your style is you. It is what makes you a unique person on this planet. Style is a reflection of your genuine self, your expression of who you are. Style is understanding who you are and being extremely at ease with that.

Your personal style is partly what others see, it is your art and your creations, your thoughts expressed, your home, and your community. As I think about this I see images from my home, my art, my studio and my journals – all different but threads of the same things – old symbols (hearts, circles, crosses), text and use of letters and words, old patina’s and vintage finds. Trees, beaches, bridges, buildings, houses all feature in my style, as does finding old nests, collecting sea-glass, rocks and shells, quirky finds and birds, horses, growing food, and history all interest me. Writing musings, journalling and playing with mixed media, painting big abstract paintings and trying to do photography everyday are my style. Noticing things others might miss and finding beauty in everyday things are my style. My style is thinking in interconnected circles but writing in bullet points.

Your style is also how you live. Being a mum to four kids will always be my first priority. That’s my style too. Like many of us, I am juggling everyday – the divergent needs and demands of a large complicated and blended family, working to earn income, running, and try to find space in my day to create, fitting in all the other messy stuff in between, that’s my style too.

I am a mother to three boys rapidly moving into that strange place between being men and boys, and one 4 year old princess fairy. A writer and keen blogger. I am a runner. I am a photographer. I am an artist. I am creative. I dream of Italy and of visiting Europe one day. I dream of living closer to the land, but also (ironically) closer to the city centre and so I can smell and hear the sea. I dream of my three sons as babies and wonder at their journey into being young men. I love my pink, sparkly princess who has in a thousand different ways saved me from myself through this process with her enormous smiles, delicious cuddles and piles of charm, giggles and songs. All of this, is part of me.

What has running got to do with style? Running is very much apart of who I am now, after I put on my trainers one year ago exactly and ran to the first lamp post then walked the next two. I run to clear my mind, to think straight, to have my body hurt in a good way. I run so no one can see tears occasionally. I run to have a few precious moments when no-one needs me. Running gives me space to plan, dream and plot. It takes time but it also makes me more creative and more efficient. I also see things that I don’t see when driving or distracted by tasks and errands. They are all part of my style.

Is style is the only thing you have left when you strip everything back to its barest state. Or is style is an individual and original point of view delivered with confidence? Or, the culmination of all the parts of a life brought together? Or is style really just having curiosity, a sense of spirit and confidence in yourself?


Joy at Christmas

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A tiny glass bottle and a small dark red rose picked from my garden…this gives me Joy.

I guess J could be for jelly or jandals (here in New Zealand) but this little moment of Joy was when I noticed how pretty they looked in the sunlight and how lovely it smelled and chose to take a photo and share it. J for having little moments of Joy in life.


Pausing to smell the roses…

spring blossoms in my garden

Creativity ebbs and flows, it shifts and moves. Sometimes you think you have none left. Not a single idea. Writers call it “writer’s block”. That frustrating space when nothing seems new, a blank page seems daunting, ideas seem stupid, and life seems to takeover – days go by and you realise that the most creative thing you have done is write a grocery list…

Then  after a pause, creativity flows again. I used to worry that my creativity had “gone” somewhere – possibly never to return again, but now I know that these pauses are just that – pauses…

I now trust that I will burst forth again after a period of creative down time…with renewed spirit, fresh plans, ideas and new creative thoughts. Like the spring roses that follow winters bare branches, we too have to trust that we will burst into inspired creativeness again. 

Roses in my garden today – enjoy!

 


A spring greeting…

magnolia

Magnolia trees in full bloom with their bare branches and huge pink flowers are a sure sign around here that spring is on its way. I came across this huge magnolia tree heavily laden with flowers while out on my run recently. I couldn’t resist a small branch from the huge tree with its heavy pink load of spring joy.

At home, in an old crystal decanter for a vase, they look simple and stunning.


Got the blues….

flowers on fenceline

Walking is a great way to really notice things around you. I would never have given these small flowers growing over a fence a second look had I been in a car; and an opportunity would have literally passed me by. They were so sweet, wild and overgrown through a fence.

I notice also that blue has been featuring very prominently in many of my images recently. I also bought a painting recently – pale blues mostly. A favourite of my own paintings is entirely blue also. This blue phase surprises me, as although I love the entire range of sea blues and the changing blue hues of the sky (and constantly photograph both) it is the inky-almost black shade of indigo that I love most of all the blues. I think it sets off these wild flowers rather well.

I might have the blues after all…yes…a faded pair of jeans, a blue-black night sky, a child with the purest blue eyes I ever looked into and a touch of wistful melancholy.


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