Eye Feel
Ana Oglivie
oil on canvas
A debut commissioned piece depicting the ability to both feel and see energy.
You Are Not My Gardener
Ana Oglivie
oil & acrylic on canvas
When a gardener loves its flowers, they don’t squeeze them to death and say why don’t you love me. They don’t try to possess their flowers. A loving gardener tends to their flowers, nurtures them, accepts and appreciates them. So fake flowers rose to disguise the dead ones that were crushed. And she hid behind the fake flowers trying desperately to regain authenticity, freedom and breath. A premature reach for Sunshine.
Emergence
Ana Oglivie
oil on canvas
Healthy gardens have healthy roots. So this is where it must begin. Below ground where there’s no sun. Just faithful water and rich nutrients such as love. Love without comparison, without self-doubt or dualed with hatred. Sometimes we need the darker days — less attractive than the flowers everyone loves — but produces much sweeter fruit when used right. Reconstruction should only follow a deliberate and gentle removal of the weeds and dead leaves. It’s discreetly discrete, yet connected through good soil. It’s essential and quite humbling.
THE HONEY WHINES 