The Language of Flowers and a Few Portraits

Portrait, painting, The language of flowers

 

 

A box at the bottom of a cabinet held nearly a hundred small portraits. They were painted by the same person, a young girl for her art class. Some of the portraits have bits of fabric and lace sewn on to them giving a three-dimensional effect. I cannot imagine how these 1900s paintings came to be at a second-hand store. They had to be someone's grandmother or great aunt. But then maybe the person was alone, and when she died nobody was there to inherit or lay claim to her belongings instead her home was packed up and sent to a second-hand store, which is far better than the dump.

I count my lucky stars that I saw the box at the bottom of the cabinet.

 

Here are a few of the paintings from Mademoiselle.

I will post more in the days to come.

 

 

 

 

 

The language of flowers

 

 

I have taken the liberty to add dry flowers to the portraits.

I love how dried tulips seem to freeze frame in ballet mode.

 

 

 

The language of flowers

 

 

When you put fresh tulips in a vase of water just leave them,

when there is no longer any water let them remain as they are for another week or two or three.

Eventually, their tender petals gracefully take a pose and remain that way forever.

 

Well until you toss them.

 

 

 

The language of flowers, corey amaro

 

They marry well together do you agree?

Older meets old.

 

 

 

The language of flowers, corey amaro

 

 

 

The language of flowers, corey amaro

 

 

See some of the lace and the threads around her neck where some lace must have come apart.

 

 

 

The language of flowers, corey amaro

 

 

Nothing lasts forever except that which is left behind.

That is why ephemera is endearing to me, in its delicate fragile nature it holds an evident story.

Nothing lasts forever even the petals of flowers fade, yet they sing bravely for us.

Such is the gift of love fragile and courageous.

Steadfast and true.

 

 

The language of flowers, corey amaro

 

 

Here is to taking that which we love

out of the box,

out the cupboard, out of the drawer, as well as

letting bloom that which we have buried in our hearts.

 

 



Comments

10 responses to “The Language of Flowers and a Few Portraits”

  1. Karen Reilly

    Love the drying tulips. Now I’ll keep my flowers a bit longer. (:

  2. Beautiful discovery of sweet paintings embellish with dried tulips. I do love dried tulips so much and often my family will ask why I haven’t tossed them sooner.

  3. 💞💕 Thank you for sharing your beautiful gifts.

  4. if these are ever for sale-I would be most interested-my favorite things-paper painting portraits-a trifecta of richness!

  5. Jacklynn Lantry

    The paintings are stunning. The flowers are too. Did you take the photo’s with your phone or your camera? “The dried tulips seem to freeze frame in ballet mode…” is a wonderful sentence. Perfect description to go with the photo.

  6. The young painter’s work is charming.
    I found school notebooks of the previous owner of our apartments–portfolios on sewing, pattern-making, ironing, with drawings and small fabric samples. Wonderful stuff, and I’m so glad they were never tossed.

  7. Thanks Jackie! I took the photos with my cell phone

  8. The story, the paintings and your creativity..fabulous!

  9. Liana Munden

    So very lovely together!

  10. dianebee

    i have always loved the faded beauty of tulip petals – they also remind me of ballet tutus!

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