Why do I love palm trees?
Stoic monoliths, beautiful and calming; maybe there is something more spiritual behind them. My husband and I joke about the two we have in the back yard of our desert home because we talk to them. He thinks that we’ve been ignoring one of them more than the other and it’s growth is slowing compared to the other.
It seems like they are alive and their job is to keep the mellow atmosphere. The silent hush of the palms blowing in the wind is very soothing, like white noise. Lucky for me, one of them is right outside our bedroom window.
Now, this artist Reitveld has a different feeling about the palm trees. He sees them as women. I never thought of them as women but I do love his vision and I think the rest of his art is so psychedelic.
Ok, this post isn’t exactly about design, perhaps a bit esoteric in nature, but I like to keep my inspiration eyes open. Maybe my next art piece will be a wispy pair of palms, one making fun of the other for its stunted growth. It could happen.
