I am painting in three dimensions
My canvas is framed in colorbond mistgreen with a red picket fence to bind it all together I arrange plants and foliage rocks and trees flowers and herbs I till the soil and scatter straw to contrast and decay Adding layers of colour and texture I build my world to the soft sad arpeggio of grief and loneliness Within these four boundaries I make a new life Bereft of the old which is passing in a crescendo of pain and grief loss and longing heartbreak and sorrow While the new sends forth tendrils of brightest green hope springing eternal from rich dark fecund beginnings Shall I die here? Surrounded by the pieces of a new life I have not yet put together to be whole and savouring these small joys the fresh bite of a new picked home grown orange the flutter of a monarch butterfly as it trails wingdust over my pain This canvas is my life I paint on it with passion, tears and sweat my crippled hands tear down the past and build an oasis amidst the desert of my grief I create my lifes last work. copyright Marg Thomson May 19, 2014 |