Sunday Happiness is having some time to think about the next art project. A visit to our local flower market, as well as my art books on floral painters, inspire me. Wishing you much Sunday Happiness or Sonntagsfreude. (Sonntagsfreude is an idea of Maria.) For floral poetry, I direct you to Jamie‘s Musings by Moonlight. Jamie paints with words.
Reblogged this on Simon Sundaraj-Keun.
Hi, Simon, ‘Sunday Happiness’ is an initiative by Maria.
Wishing you a happy Sunday.
Another little trip around Utrecht! What a delight! This is my idea of happiness too. I would be in heaven in the flower market. In addition to the flowers and plants, each picture had a different pattern of brickwork adding to the charm. People must be preparing for spring planting there. Thanks to Maria for her idea. I looked at her page. Could not read it , but excellence and beauty has it’s own universal language, doesn’t it.
Andrea, you have a trained artist eye. The place for Utrecht’s floral market is at the old graveyard-square of the Saint Jan’s Church. During the week cars are allowed to park there. But on Saturdays, Sundays and on special market days, this area becomes very attractive especially when there is a large flower market.
What a lovely post thank you.
Thank you, Norma. I hope your Sunday is a lovely day.
Flower, flowers everywhere, how fine! Today I got a bunch of light-violett tulip from a friend of mine. Normally this is a sign of spring for me.But I DO miss the winter a bit. Snow, where are you?
Have a nice flowerfull week, all the best, Martina
No snow here; it feels like early spring. However, it will get colder here in the Netherlands.
Wishing you a lovely work week too.
Bricks and bulbs! Dear memories of my trips to beautiful Netherlands!
Have a good week,
Katharina
There can never be enough flowers in the world. I’ll look forward to seeing your next masterpiece.
Linda, when you expect a next masterpiece, I instantly suffer a drawing-block
They’re all masterpieces! We just have to love the things we make the way parents have to love all of their children
A flower market: how lovely. The muses would love to dance there.
Only if you pass by. You need to have your poetic eye to notice them, Jamie.
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