’Tis Always the Season

The Gift © 2015Step into my world, where we can be in love with a million things that cross our paths. The flotsam and bric-a-brac and spikelets. Trash on the asphalt. And chocolates unfolded. These are the sights that soothe the soul, pique curiosity, make us take a keener look.

Believe it or not. Read closely and you will discover that “ice is food” and magic is alive in a field of poppies that look like they should have been leopard skin.

And wouldn’t we all like to feel that irregularities and shade variations are characteristic of our fabric, and in no way to be taken as defects. Here, everyone gets a reprieve. Except for the glaciers, arctic or otherwise. But that’s a another story, to be written by gadarene tempests raging in heat through the soil of our northwestern forests.

Seventeen visual treasures await your scroll. Cheers!
Blink © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Magic © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Scrutable © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Ice Is Food © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Packaged Ice © Catherine Rutgers 2015 The Other Side © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Messing Around © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Front of the Garlic Clove © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Inside © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Impression © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Skip Trace © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Crisp K Unfurled © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Badge © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Front and Center © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Back of the Bow © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Untitled View © Catherine Rutgers 2015 Uncrinkled Kringle © Catherine Rutgers 2015Catherine Rutgers © 2015
gadarene = headlong, spikelet = a small or secondary spike, specifically “one of the small few-flowered bracted spikes that make up the compound inflorescence of a grass or sedge” – a definition that is downright poetic. Thank you, Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, eleventh edition of bliss. One meaning of inflorescence, by the way, is “the budding and unfolding of blossoms.”

About CatRutgers4Art

Original art by Catherine Rutgers, with musings on the media and the methods. Founded in 2010. “I believe in magic moments. Am not afraid to be sentimental, and adore a tweaked cliché. Two of my favorite pastimes are watching paint dry and observing green tendrils unfold.”
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