New Work: Gardener Series

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I love tending my garden. I am aware of its changing palette and the beauty of unfolding flowers. I feel and smell the moist soil in my hands. And I am familiar too with the hard soil and the daily dying in my garden.

Several of these paintings were inspired by Suzanne Rhodes' following poem, that  alludes to a loving Gardener who tends our gardens. 

The Gardener   

I haven’t talked to you about
a dark space I dug up.

Clods and rocks I can pick out of soil,
blue veined clay I can nourish,
weeds yank up, shade, cut back.

But this
hollow where no seed is meant to grow
astounds. I go back to basics,
trusting my hands to find the dirt
as it always was, humid and maternal,
easily worked to hatch seeds,

But this
breach of earth voids every breathing
speck so that the spade of my hand
weighs more than death
and the leaves
I touch are stillborn.

Tell me,
must I keep tending,
must I turn this
blank into myself and vanish
or is the hole the entrance
into some new ground
that is yet familiar,
tilled and fertile,
vast as my loss,
tenderly sown with this?

 by Suzanne Underwood Rhodes

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Tenderly Sown

Tree of Life (Creation Series)


Noah Plants a Vineyard

Learning to Breathe / Artificial Respiration

The Spade of My Hand

Garden Scene

The Gardener

the Gardener


Must I Keep Tending?

More images are available upon request.