Oct 7, 2021
Media: oil on unstretched canvas
Size: 24x18 in
When I was younger I felt like I had to control my exuberant self...rein it in. My poor mother dispaired that I was not more lady-like. I was often told that I was "too much"...and that even extended to the plants and colors that I loved: I loved bamboo and morning glories but when I mentioned them to my gardening elders they exclaimed, "Oh no no no, they are invasive pests", (I longed to have a garden full of invasive pests, maybe some timber bamboo that I could build things with...?) But for the sake of trying to fit in, trying to be more 'elegant', I learned to cultivated the delicate star jasmine, the fragrant honeysuckle, covered the front of my house with long arching canes of Cécile Brünner roses. All delicate things, all very civilized plants...all plants that 'played well with others'. But who am I kidding...you know how the truth has a way of spurting out the sides if you put a lid on it...well I have finally admitted my truth", I still love rampant morning glories, but I am crazy about BIG, LOUD, BLOWSY dahlias. (They would definitely wear a loud Hawaiian shirt if flowers wore clothes.) I absolutely love the riot of colors, shapes and sizes. And especially the most grand and gauche of all: THE DINNER PLATE dahlia!!! You only need ONE to make a whole bouquet!! Imagine younger me trying to talk myself out of them, "Well that's not right, just one honking big flower, instead of a delicate, seemly bouquet??? And what kind of heavy container would you need because 'Big Bertha' has heft!" I guess some people say, "Life is uncertain, eat dessert first"...I say, "Life is uncertain, grow BIG flowers". When I was younger I felt like I had to control my exuberant self...rein it in. My poor mother dispaired that I was not more lady-like. I was often told that I was "too much"...and that even extended to the plants and colors that I loved: I loved bamboo and morning glories but when I mentioned them to my gardening elders they exclaimed, "Oh no no no, they are invasive pests", (I longed to have a garden full of invasive pests, maybe some timber bamboo that I could build things with...?) But for the sake of trying to fit in, trying to be more 'elegant', I learned to cultivated the delicate star jasmine, the fragrant honeysuckle, covered the front of my house with long arching canes of Cécile Brünner roses. All delicate things, all very civilized plants...all plants that 'played well with others'. But who am I kidding...you know how the truth has a way of spurting out the sides if you put a lid on it...well I have finally admitted my truth", I still love rampant morning glories, but I am crazy about BIG, LOUD, BLOWSY dahlias. (They would definitely wear a loud Hawaiian shirt if flowers wore clothes.) I absolutely love the riot of colors, shapes and sizes. And especially the most grand and gauche of all: THE DINNER PLATE dahlia!!! You only need ONE to make a whole bouquet!! Imagine younger me trying to talk myself out of them, "Well that's not right, just one honking big flower, instead of a delicate, seemly bouquet??? And what kind of heavy container would you need because 'Big Bertha' has heft!" I guess some people say, "Life is uncertain, eat dessert first"...I say, "Life is uncertain, grow BIG flowers". |