Fertility.Flowers™

With the garden as a metaphor, layered with modern and ancient symbols of fertility, this collection strives to foster a celebration of hope for an abundant life. Looking past obvious parallels of flourishing blossoms as a sense of achievement, I encourage a deeper investigation into what it takes to cultivate patterns of continuous growth.

I invite you to experience an immersive journey–through storytelling coupled with art.

Confidence

Through the use of watercolor, acrylic paint and line my goal as an artist is to inspire a delicate balance of tenacious perseverance tempered by a whimsical renewed sense of optimism. 

This piece is called, Confidence. In the background note a maternal symbol of Mother with child in arms. The inspiration for this piece is a result of personal experience with several years battling the challenges that come with lack of fertility, pregnancy loss and failed adoption. Many times I found myself wondering, would I ever be a mother?

Finally, confidence to find peace in whatever my future held came after turning to a hobby–growing a flower garden. Finding success in my ability to cultivate plants helped heal my mind. Slowing, it showed me ways I could nurture and love living things around me, especially those whose lives crossed mine. I feel abundantly blessed for the gambit of emotions I was able to wade through and perhaps it was letting go of trying to control the journey that allowed my body to relax and ultimately carry two pregnancies to full-term.

Represented in this image:
Largest Flower, me.
Two small light pink flowers, the pregnancies I lost.
One red flower, the boy that was never meant to be our adopted son.
Two rose pink flowers, the daughter and son I carried and gave birth to.

Divine

The power of creativity and creation lives in each of us. By nature it calls in some form to each of us at sometime or another.

About a year after my husband and I decided we would like to have a child, I found comfort in cultivating a flower garden. There was a small space in my front yard surrounding our mailbox. When I began, I was certain nothing would grow. In my head I kept telling myself that I was not capable of keeping anything alive. Of course, this sentiment came as a result of pregnancy losses and with a tenacious spirit, I set to work on the ground, daring myself to prove my thoughts wrong.

I tilled the earth with veracity, added nourishment, planted seeds, watered them. I weeded immaculately and waited. The day I began to see the fruits of my labor, I will admit, I was surprised and delighted. These first signs of life were nothing short of a miracle–and I wept for joy.

Stay tuned, the story is on it’s way…

Stay tuned, the story is on it’s way…

Stay tuned, the story is on it’s way…

Stay tuned, the story is on it’s way…

Stay tuned, the story is on it’s way…

If you would like to purchase a piece of my art or are looking to add a visual representation to your story, send me a message (here). Looking forward to hearing from you soon.