Under the Apple Blossoms Strangers Are Not Really Strangers


24 x 30” Mixed Media on canvas with wire hanger.

Cherry blossoms, apple blossoms….they remind me of how much I’ve been loved and am loved. They give me hope that all things are possible! In Japan, they take the season seriously and spend hours resting and picnicking beneath the blooms! I love this poem from Japanese poet Issa:

Hana no kage / aka no tanin wa / nakari keri

Under the cherry blossoms strangers are not really  strangers (Translation by Zoria P. K.) And under these heavens, I like to think that none of us are strangers. And the blossoms, for me represent both beauty and death and the brevity of life. Painting them today was SO MANY FEELINGS.

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