Acrylic on paper. The flowers were as still and soft as the hushed tune of the breeze that rustled past the gate. There was a chirp from a branch overhead. The sunshine burst from over the wet wall and relected onto a pane of glass. The window was closed. A drape was pulled half way across and the dark interior was still heavy with sleep. A new dawn for an ancient garden. The buried souls rose to summon the living who, in confusion, struggled to free arms and legs from comforting quilts and opened eyes to see, not a garden, but a clock.
17 Comments
esther baltisberger 28 Apr 2008
Beautiful and posivive painting JohnFrancesco Dea 28 Apr 2008
Great work, JohnSara Deutsch 27 Apr 2008
Evocative...love the zoomed in version too.Julia Scorupsky 27 Apr 2008
What a lovely impresionistic image!Ruth Kauffman 27 Apr 2008
Beautiful abstract work, John!! Love your story!! :)annette steens 27 Apr 2008
nice words John and great abstract!Teresa Dominici 27 Apr 2008
Splendid abstract.Hui Zhu 26 Apr 2008
Perfect...^o^Joanna Jungjohann 26 Apr 2008
this is really beautiful work, johnmel taylor 26 Apr 2008
I could see the light in the garden before I read the title, John! Love this! Hey! Is that one of the Kentucky Derby spires that I see in the distance(in blue)? melAlberto D'Assumpcao 26 Apr 2008
Excellent colours, John!Emily Reed 26 Apr 2008
BEAUTIFULLY BLENDED COLORS!Gabrielle Stahlie 26 Apr 2008
Such a poeric image. The text is a lovely tribute to this fine painting!alma groskinsky 26 Apr 2008
Love it your colors are super....jamie winter 26 Apr 2008
gorgoeus expessive piece John. ~Heather Leigh Douglas 26 Apr 2008
It's gorgeous and lush ~ the garden will win out over the clock!Nira Dabush 26 Apr 2008
EXPRESSIVE ABSTRACT !