How exquisite is A Flower! What miracle is serves when lifting downtrodden spirits or sullen moods. Where does its well of endless beauty stem? How is it that my eyes never tire to fix upon a flower, whether sprouting in the garden, upright in a vase, or hanging from a wall?
Easily infatuated, I am drawn immediately to a flower’s petals, bright or dusky-hued, I don’t mind, feathered or uncurled in outline it matters not; those long filaments ending with fuzzy anthers so seductive too (and if I were born a bee, it would be to the anther I would buzz).
This magnificent oil-on-canvas was gifted to Mr. H and I by our Auntie who happens to be artist-in-residence in a mountain highlands village in rural New South Wales, Australia. The gift was to congratulate us on our decision to get hitched. It now hangs proudly over an antique timber dining table. This image was taken the moment we were escorted into our Aunt’s studio, and while left alone, invited to cast our eyes and hearts over the artworks. Whichever whispered to us “take me home!”, well, that was her gift to us.
Which brings me to the beauty that can be manufactured simply by placing flowers sympathetically about the house. In this case, artwork depicting a one of my favourite flowers: the small, fragile, brilliantly red wildflower poppy…
Works of art calm the mind, revives the spirit, and enlive an appreciation of domestic felicity. When hanging art, the designer’s rule of thumb is to make sure that the artwork is about 2/3 to 3/4 the length of the furniture. Smaller pictures singly or combined create balance with a open piece of furniture like a narrow, vintage hall table with airy cabriolet legs. Add a flower arrangement, perhaps a lamp for symmetry, and suddenly your once sterile corner of the house is a field of dreams!
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