Wild Hearts

9 x 12″ oil and embroidery on canvas

This painting makes me think of the Mary Oliver poem:

“Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?”

Painting ships framed in a black floater frame.