I love this piece and it speaks to me. Wow! Kirsten

xo..Melissa

I find I’m drawn to the 2nd image.

My comments, however, may not be appropriate for your group of responders. I’ve also become somewhat more conscious of making florid public comments since recently landing a job I’ve searched for – the last two years :>
But I’m sure I’ll keep it kosher.

The work is gorgeous, but somewhat disturbing. The connected garden chairs, with their curious symmetrical tree growth above them — and the blocked Hibiscus (that is a Hibiscus, yes?) — as if passion wanted in, and though the bloom is not embraced – it is admired, appreciated, perhaps even longed for — but not yet allowed in. Behind in the background is a trunk skin I’m very familiar with – because one of its kind, the thorny Ceiba grew in my shop’s garden. It is a powerful image – though subtle in its display here. I remember once a botanist friend came through the garden and commented to me that he’d noticed several of the thorny Kapoks in the center of Villages while he toured India. The Mayans also saw it as a mythic image – perhaps like the Scandanavian/European symbol of world tree. Photos of the tree in the Caribbean show how after many years its roots erupt out of the ground, and people can actually climb around in the roots. In any case the emergent roots eventually dominate any garden in which they’re planted. The tree, as you may know, produces the pod that contains both seeds and the silky material that gives the tree its other name: Cotton Silk Tree. I’m told the material has many uses and is resistant to rot and water.

Anyhow — that’s what flooded into my mind. That and the very strident sensuality of the piece — unfulfilled, yet like a an imprisioned beauty crying for his or her lover, “let me out, and love me!”

Well – how I do go on!

A title?

Let Me In