Flowerscape by Yvonna Coomber
If we be what we swallow- I like us all water, magic herbs, royal silver and gold, sprouts, flowers, olives, and honey. Bright green twinkles, wise rooted things. And berries. Roses. Moss and Seagrasses. Peaches. And sunshine, moonlight, star twinkle, and Love. Yeah.
Isn't this a beautiful painting? I like to be in beautiful things. Even though they make me feel like a gutted fish. Or like the moment just before breaking through the water into the air to breath. One half moment before. Or like a drunk bumble bee. "Bee, look at you. You are already a drunk pollen dizzy mess and you're trying to get more?" Bzzzyeah!
Right now I'm an octopus flopped out, washed out on the sand planning the exquisite walk I'm sure to be taking down the beach. For a couple weeks- been envisioning different versions of the new big piece for the One Night Show in November. The imagination experience is sort of like the time my Dad was chasing us with tickles as a tiny kid. I got so excited I ran into a door and knocked myself out! Then I woke up in my Mother's arms.