Beet greens have an aroma that makes me nostalgic. For what exactly? I really can't put my finger on it. Its like the base note of a wonderfully delicate perfume.
If you can pick up some fresh (reeealllllly fresh) beets- stop for a moment & smell the greens.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I occasionally paint beets, turnips, & radishes in my work... the symbol is fairly obvious in some pieces- the core... the heart. The last few pieces that I added the slice of earth and the dissected view of what lies beneath. I have added time pieces, keys, poems, worms kissing, and other little tricky items that are treasures to me.
la jardin spratt, 5' x 5' acrylic on canvas
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