The Rite Of Spring No. 1

Philharmonic

Love Series
Red Apples Sub-Series
Still Pop Life
Acrylic On Canvas 30x49
One - One
Inconnu's 2025

Heather in the Rite Of Spring, Heather like her flowers in her balcony flowering right on spring time, Heather spring time her favorite time of the year, just like her flowers moving for spring time, Heather moves for spring like raindrops under the hot sun, for her to play with the colors of her flowers, just as she love to feel how her body opens for her spiritual blossom every year, for her to dance her ballet with a spiritual blossom moving with the orchestra setting her heart free from the physical plane, for her to move beyond her heart with her physical body on perception with her reflection, in her mind and in her eyes like love that sets her free, free like her flowers opening up in front of her eyes, she sees her body just like her flowers growing and flowering right on spring, a blossom to her eyes by seeing her body changing into the right figure her free heart will perfectly fit into her body, like a apple to her body and mind, the fruits of life fall onto her head letting her heart move freely in the metaphysical plane like flowers in the sky her heart moves mountains for her life, like her spiritual blossoms on spring time;

Heather’s blossom from her last lovesome winter she sets her eyes to a new horizon, like her loving eye from her special someone she found with her free heart, she moves like she loves, her heart pumps her movement of love like the eye she keeps in the dark with love for the night;

she moves her body into her own natural attraction moves her towards her loving heart, that keeps her moving with the shadow of the orchestra below her flowers, she trains for her ballet orchestra that is set right in the middle of spring, she practices her dance letting her body go with her loving heart just to find her loving eye next to her heart at the end of her practice;

This time Heather feels something else with her body something magical, she moves her body and feels something new in the future, like a blossom of the body and mind in a spiritual journey of becoming one with nature just like her flowers, her heart is set free in a journey of self discovery, with her mind in her loving eye, her loving eye lets her go far into a realm of physical abstraction, for her eyes to see the deepness of life with a mature perception at heart, now Heather finds herself eager for her ballet orchestra, for at the end of her dance she will find once again her loving eye and heart;

Now Heather is all alone in her journey of love, just as she practice every day she sees her body changing with the magic of the orchestra, she then see with her own eyes the magic of her physical abstraction, like bending her body into forms she never thought possible, a magic beyond her eyes she explores only to notice that her perception of color in her flowers overlaps with her reflection of her body, she then moves her body with love and see how those colors cover her body in a hue of love blending with every pump her heart makes, like orchestras to her heart she moves her body in a delicate peaceful way she knows she is ready for her ballet orchestra tomorrow night.

Night of ballet

Heather goes early to the studio theater to visualize her dance, she see the deepness of colors moving all around her, she then gets ready she sees herself in the mirror before dressing up for the show, she sees into her own eyes, how her body changed after she started practicing for the concert, she sees her past shapes of her body in the mirror, and how little by little she started stretching up her entire body into a loving figure for the art of movement in dance, just as she feels her heart almost at reach while missing her loving eye; she then smiles knowing her heart will fit into her loving body…

A rite for spring, for the below the surface of the earth to stay below and grow into the most beautiful colored flowers, with petals for a greater beyond capanle of holding a pure heart at hand;

On a dark and bright side only the wise mind could survive a rite possible of changing the world's trajectory to a brighter beyond, like a back on stone; like her back bone cracking up on the brightest green stone below a rocky mountain;

Not to brightest end; at the end of the line for the frog...

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