When on I-95, as a passenger in a vehicle, I tenaciously fancy the seemingly endless split-second wardrobe changes of the green trees and shrubs whisking by on the highway from New York all the way to South Carolina. It siphons a natural high for me, and is heightened with any passing outdoor breeze.
Plants and trees can delicately to heavy handedly punctuate artistic work. Vibes are conjured from their presence. The received moods and emotions oscillate from person to person. They’re an “Invisible Touch,” as foreshadowed in a song by Genesis.
And now, I need your help please. I’d like to play a matching-aloud game. I have included a mood word phrase bank with 5 mood expressional phrases below. I kindly request that you predict and match the mood phrase each artist’s visual work might evoke in me; all the while, consciously influenced and concentrating only on the presence of the plants and/or trees in each artistic construction. I will share my 5 answers at the end of the entire writing piece. By the way, when you complete the matching-aloud game, if different imagery words arise for you in this exercise, do share them.
My Mood Word Phrase Bank:
1. electric euphoria
2. thankful unity
3. miniscule melancholy
4. creative sensuousness
5. invisible safety
Let’s begin with Vincent Van Gogh’s Sunflowers: What do you think is the mood phrase from the word bank that I chose? My immediate musing is “the struggle is real!” If there were ever flowers that wanted to truly live, I think Van Gogh is showing them to me right now. I feel cautioned that the petals might be dropping from some of these sunflowers, before I can even finish writing these words. But yet, there is a remarkable intermittent pride radiating from the center stalks from the top to the bottom to balance the fading that is hovering elsewhere. That’s an incredible strength despite an incredible reality.
And next, for this tapestry, we’ll pay a visit to Georgia O’Keefe’s Black Iris. What’s your prediction and thoughts as you view the painting and the mood word bank? Here’s my brief sound bite. Mimicry is crying ingenuity here. Kleenex please for O’Keefe’s awe-inspiring success. The organic sensuousness of ever-present flowers in nature, and the organic sensuousness of the female genitalia, have a mutual horizon as an identical singular entity. A mysterious and cavernous tunnel awaits a seeming future pollination, and in the interim, the unique applause-worthy central black pearl prized dome, apexed with pinches of mauve and pink layer this sculpted masterpiece.
Folks, thanks for your support thus far, and now with this one, we’re already halfway done. Let’s explore Andy Warhol’s, Flowers. But first, speaking of exploration, I just noticed a commonality of these first three artist’s works. Did you observe it too? Or, perhaps you observed something else? Well, I observed that the titles of each piece, speaks directly to the anatomy of this topic. A straightforward journey indeed—mirroring I-95! And just like that, with a low-grade drum roll simultaneously reverberating in our background, what was your response for me for this one? What strikes me about “Flowers” is the tingling sensation of neon energy that the green grass from this silkscreen is innocuously zapping at me. Can’t get enough of it either! The yellow and red hibiscus flowers are in cahoots and cheery solidarity. The intertwined black with the green grass in the background cheerlead, and continue the fusion of neon energy that refuses to abate, even for a moment. I can’t help but grasp a jolt of the feel-good interaction! It’s now going to probably be included as a go-to when I have to write while tired.
Next up is T.C. Cannon’s Abbi Of Bacabi. So, what’s your mood prediction and motivation for me for this one? Do tell. Well, an overwhelming sense of camouflage orchestrates my being when viewing this vegetative field. If I was laying dorsal in it, I would feel embodied by a blanket of deep ethereal and earthy scents of undeniable protection. Who could find me? Not a one—well perhaps not a one—except for the field organisms. Now imagine the joy bestowed upon said organisms such as salamanders, grasshoppers, and groundhogs that consider such camouflaging amenities a literal saving grace. Selah.
And now, the words, “last, but never least,” cliche with patient embers aborting all extinction. It’s Romare Bearden’s, Flowers-Around-The-World. Please do share your predictive mood for me with your observations. Voila! A cool manual touch on this one: The names of many of the flowers are written as cursive words for a delightful and meaningful bonus. The unison of the continents rooted by the flowers, and the intersections of species of flowers in various regions, again, perpetuates and punctuates a dominant singular flow, that’s not bound by physical s-p-a-c-e. I’m invaded by waves of appreciation, when I view this painting; I can succinctly and concretely witness a massive puzzle that never forgot its dedicated geographical origin.
Thanks for playing today! And probably unsurprisingly, plants and trees are truly arsenals of levitating moods and emotions when present in visual art. They can adorn the role of a silent assassin and bleed unrelenting blues without comfort. They can counterattack and resurrect heavenly attributes of everlasting life cascading undying enthusiasm. And, without strain, they can seamlessly stitch any realm in between the 2 extremes. It’s beyond satisfying that its crevices of thought ingratiate spaces for interpretations to germinate and sprout with reasoning. It gives me yet one more reason to adore the universality of how plants and trees can ultimately palette and color moods for use at our continual artistic disposal. Glad for them!
1. electric euphoria…Andy Warhol
2. thankful unity…Romare Bearden
3. miniscule melancholy…Vincent Van Gogh
4. creative sensuousness…Georgia O’Keefe
5. invisible safety… T.C. Cannon