The painting, 30x40, was an attempt at plein air, something I've never gotten the hang of. At the time, I was experimenting with watercolor techniques with acrylics on canvas. I imagine there is a better image of it in my slide file, but you get the idea...
ODE TO AN ERRANT BOUGAINVILLEA
Waving wildly in the wind,
Thrusting thorn-laced branches in
The path of one who came to find
A secret known to few.
Not petals here that loudly call
And wrap around what's very small.
Within those three-part brackets hide
True flowers deep inside.
Magenta clusters call me near
To scentless beauty I don't fear
Unless these boughs begin to dance
To rhythms I can't hear.
Go flail your arms and make a racket,
Boast the beauty in your brackets,
Catch me once more and I'll hack it
Right down to the ground!
A gardner knows to trim and groom,
That wild things can't have all the room.
But train? Contain? This plant, not ever!
With threats to prune...it blooms.
Karen Jacobs, 1993