My mother’s favorite flower was a yellow rose. Red is by far my favorite, although I’ve never met a rose I didn’t like.
For example, I think the roses depicted above are beautiful, though they are neither red nor yellow nor even monochrome. The interplay of pink and white in the petals gives the impression of a blush – hence the name. The long stems provide color contrast – color that is darker, less variegated, and less pronounced.
Oil on Belgian Linen
24 x 36 in
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.
Ralph Waldo Emerson Essays, First Series, ch.12
O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune.
Robert Burns A Red, Red Rose
What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet Act I, Scene II
The Little Prince speaking to a group of roses
You are beautiful … [and] to be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you — the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery The Little Prince
Art as an Oasis™
Art as an Oasis is a series of occasional postings from the art of Carrie Kleinberger
providing a temporary respite from both mundane and monumental cares
complimented by words of wisdom from a diversity of others.