A quick oil sketch showing the colours and forms of the flowers – peonies, ranunculus, lisianthus, and more.
Here is Tom’s poem!
These are the colours of our wedding day: deep and rich and bright. They’re kind of fun,
and besides they stood and heard us say,
“You know, I really think you are the one” or words to that effect as we two stood
facing our tomorrows side-by-side:
committing to the useful and the good,
knowing what’s not taken will abide.
These simple colours riding high on stems
held within your hands as down we walked
across the grass that brushed our fancy hems as in the trees the birds and sunlight talked:
they stood with us as we both vowed our vows and gave their blessing with their graceful bows.
Ranunculus are such beautiful flowers, delightfully lush! It was a joyful process to express them in paint. The title came from the idea that there was some feeling of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” in the swirls of flowers.
Tom’s poem celebrates that visual relationship.
Constellation shining bright
within the endless field of stars
nine swirling talismans of night
like fireflies trapped in the jars
of collectors curious
seeking out mysterious
patterns in those turning forms
that bend slow time beyond the norms
of space or distance: pure duration
can’t contain this moment’s past
nor will flowers live and last
beyond the season’s termination.
In the sky the flowers glow
While only wonder dwells below.