A False Indigo Branch from my Aunt Josie’s garden in New York. What do you do when a beloved sister sends forth a cut seedling for you as you journey back home to be separated? You plant her love into your own garden to grow and bloom and remember the giver. I was the personal messenger to pass this stem along when it got lost in the luggage. It looked gorgeous and visually vibrant. Seeds embedded within, just waiting to be picked up and planted.
12” wide x 18” high x 1.5” deep
cradled birch panel
original photography
encaustic medium
mixed media, oils and pigments
A False Indigo Branch from my Aunt Josie’s garden in New York. What do you do when a beloved sister sends forth a cut seedling for you as you journey back home to be separated? You plant her love into your own garden to grow and bloom and remember the giver. I was the personal messenger to pass this stem along when it got lost in the luggage. It looked gorgeous and visually vibrant. Seeds embedded within, just waiting to be picked up and planted.
12” wide x 18” high x 1.5” deep
cradled birch panel
original photography
encaustic medium
mixed media, oils and pigments
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