One thought on “This watercolor is from a photograph of the bird bath in my Mom’s garden.”
I love how the pictures are rooted in a place and a person, how they grow out from rich, living places in your life. Here the bird bath looks to me as an anchor: a place where two small ley-lines of the earth cross. Mom and the birds order part of life around it, year after year. The seasons turn around it, and the flowers bloom and go, and the landscape itself floats in and out like a mist. Througout all of this, the bath sits, quiet, still, marking one of the small axes around which the world turns.
Lisa Segarra Paintings 
I love how the pictures are rooted in a place and a person, how they grow out from rich, living places in your life. Here the bird bath looks to me as an anchor: a place where two small ley-lines of the earth cross. Mom and the birds order part of life around it, year after year. The seasons turn around it, and the flowers bloom and go, and the landscape itself floats in and out like a mist. Througout all of this, the bath sits, quiet, still, marking one of the small axes around which the world turns.