Framed Original Watercolor | Perhaps You'd Like to Buy a Flower?
Spring arrives with an offer you can't refuse.
This is one of the larger pieces in the collection - and one of the most joyful. Two daffodils in warm butter yellow rise against a sepia-toned background that glows like warming soil, like the first real day you can feel the season shifting. The collage layers in the long, elegant leaves and, floating softly overhead, a delicate cabbage butterfly mid-passage.
The poem it's named for is pure Dickinson - an offer to sell a flower, immediately undermined by her own admission that she could never quite bring herself to do it. This piece understands that completely. Some things just want to be given, not sold.
A piece for anyone who counts down to the first daffodil of the year. You know who you are.
Size: 11 × 14 inches (image) | Framed: 11 x 14 inches
Medium: Original watercolor and cut paper collage
Frame: White 11 x 14 shadow box - ready to hang
One of a kind: Yes - this is an original, one-of-a-kind work
Spring arrives with an offer you can't refuse.
This is one of the larger pieces in the collection - and one of the most joyful. Two daffodils in warm butter yellow rise against a sepia-toned background that glows like warming soil, like the first real day you can feel the season shifting. The collage layers in the long, elegant leaves and, floating softly overhead, a delicate cabbage butterfly mid-passage.
The poem it's named for is pure Dickinson - an offer to sell a flower, immediately undermined by her own admission that she could never quite bring herself to do it. This piece understands that completely. Some things just want to be given, not sold.
A piece for anyone who counts down to the first daffodil of the year. You know who you are.
Size: 11 × 14 inches (image) | Framed: 11 x 14 inches
Medium: Original watercolor and cut paper collage
Frame: White 11 x 14 shadow box - ready to hang
One of a kind: Yes - this is an original, one-of-a-kind work
"Perhaps You'd Like to Buy a Flower?" by Emily Dickinson
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
But I could never sell—
If you would like to borrow,
Until the Daffodil
Unties her yellow Bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the Bees, from Clover rows
Their Hock, and Sherry, draw,
Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!