Reverie in Green

From sketch to finished painting, this piece felt like a flowering plant: the initial drawing: hesitant, fragile, and still developing; then, the background and sketch on the canvas: a leaf unfurling and stretching- becoming. Finally, stepping back and putting down the brush at the end and seeing the finished piece, adorned by butterflies, a bird, and fully realized: a plant, full and alive, watered and warmed by the sun. It's hard not to wax poetic when I imagine these spaces and moments, which is why, perhaps, I included a small poem on the book our reader holds in her hands:

Soft scent of petrichor

lingers after the deluge

fecund, green abundance

I unfurl, stretching slowly

Dreams emerge from soil

Green tendrils reaching 

endlessly.

Alive.

Damp, dark earth

my roots are buried

in her nourishing depths

consciousness unfolds

we are a multitude

Seedling. Tree.