Here's what's left and clinging for life of a full bale of Magnolia branches brought into the studio this weekend. This variety of Magnolia actually looks crumpled and listless the moment it blossoms and that's what I love about it- the drama, the gesture. Tomorrow I will share more Magnolias from the outside world but for today I present my belles of the ball arranged in a cross hatched mess of their former branch selves. Throw in some contrasting Purple bearded iris, Frittilaria and hellebores and we have a very dramatic, one might say operatic play of shapes and color. Do I hear Arvot Part? The perfect harmonic counterpart for a gray early spring day.
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