A Mosaic of Ideas About Life, Art & Superfluous Adornment.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Speak the Language of the Flowers

"Once I spoke the language of the flowers, 
                                                             Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, 
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, 
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.
 Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
 And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
 Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go?" 

                                                           — Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends)

I've been working on mosaic flowers this weekend; trying to speak their language.
I'd like to think I am succeeding, once they are all completed I will work out
the background color (which is tickling my imagination as I glance at these pix).

I will finish all the flowers before I even contemplate too much on the background.
You'll just have to wait and see, just like me;)
I am toying with the idea of arranging to install this myself, this would really put  me more at ease, even though the trip will be to upstate New York. I will work more on this idea (and on my husband who will drive me) when I am closer to finishing. Stay tuned for more updates...
In the meantime, don't forget to stop and admire the flowers, even if they are mosaic, and have a safe and happy Labor Day. I will be laboring over a mosaic with happiness.  Peace.