Thursday, July 29, 2010

Larkspur


Paul pointed out this morning that this vase of larkspur looks like a Morris Graves painting. I've long been a fan of Morris Graves' work, and especially loved a painting I saw back in 1999 at Foster White Gallery in Seattle. I told Paul that I knew the painting to which he was referring, and said that I had at one time really wanted it, but would've had to sell my house/children/body to buy it. This was long before I knew Paul. Apparently, he saw the same painting at the same gallery and considered, for a fleeting moment, acquiring it. A decade later, we do not possess anything by Morris Graves, but I'd not trade all of Morris Graves' work for this life I love with Paul. And it's enough to know that we'd both coveted the same painting, at the same gallery, well before the trajectory of each of our lives spun us around to where we sit at this moment, at the breakfast table, a vase of larkspur sending its glints of blue into the morning.

6 comments:

  1. Lovely posting and photograph. The suspension of the larkspur stems is particularly striking.

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  2. I love the colors of table and wall, in harmony, with the contrast of the dark larkspur. Beautiful.

    What a lovely post, T. Inspiring.

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  3. Cynthia, thank-you so much!

    Tara, as always, you are just too kind!

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  4. Yours & Paul's is a special story, T. Nothing in this life is incidental. . . L, C x

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  5. Claire: agreed. (And the wv is absolutely perfect!)

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