Some things are easier to say through flowers.
Two soft wild roses and a daisy - watercolor washes in pale pink, yellow, and white, with rose petals, stamens, daisy petals, and leaves all carefully cut and layered in collage. A warm sepia cameo oval frames the composition, lending the whole piece a feeling of something preserved, something quietly personal.
Dickinson wrote of hiding within a flower - using it as both shelter and messenger, fading from a vase and leaving behind something that feels almost like loneliness, but is actually love. She understood flowers as language. This piece does too.
For the person who feels things deeply and expresses them softly. For a wall in a room that needs a little of that kind of quiet.
Size: 9 × 12 inches (image) | Framed: 11 × 14 inches
Medium: Original watercolor and cut paper collage
Frame: Warm wood 11 × 14 shadow box - ready to hang
One of a kind: Yes - this is an original, one-of-a-kind work
Some things are easier to say through flowers.
Two soft wild roses and a daisy - watercolor washes in pale pink, yellow, and white, with rose petals, stamens, daisy petals, and leaves all carefully cut and layered in collage. A warm sepia cameo oval frames the composition, lending the whole piece a feeling of something preserved, something quietly personal.
Dickinson wrote of hiding within a flower - using it as both shelter and messenger, fading from a vase and leaving behind something that feels almost like loneliness, but is actually love. She understood flowers as language. This piece does too.
For the person who feels things deeply and expresses them softly. For a wall in a room that needs a little of that kind of quiet.
Size: 9 × 12 inches (image) | Framed: 11 × 14 inches
Medium: Original watercolor and cut paper collage
Frame: Warm wood 11 × 14 shadow box - ready to hang
One of a kind: Yes - this is an original, one-of-a-kind work
From "I Hide Myself Within My Flower" by Emily Dickinson
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
