Seed Eater, collage/acrylic, 36 x 24, by Elizabeth W. Seaver
Here it was in February. Don't forget to click on the image to get cozy with it.
When Aline (the taker of the original photo) saw the new version of the painting yesterday, she said, Elizabeth, where's my garden?
For Aline this is not an idle question. Her garden is her masterpiece, and it's a wild and wonderful and ever-changing canvas. Several things came to mind as I scrambled to respond.
I lost it didn't seem quite right because it never really made it into the original painting either.
Right where you left it seemed sassy and didn't really address the bewilderment and loss I could observe in her demeanor.
All I could think to say was, It morphed.
Thank goodness she laughed. Poor thing, she's used to artists. She deals with us all day long and knows we're an odd breed. (And it takes one to know one.)
I know we artists all have folks who keep our feet on the ground when our heads are in the clouds. Thank them today.