This painting is 16″ wide x 20″ high, acrylic on canvas. It was painted with two brushes only as I was a bit lazy in grabbing what I really needed from one art area to bring to another.
There is a lot of meaning behind this painting, but as I often do I am going to leave it up to you the viewer to find and create your own meaning.
and since we are talking tulips here I will point out that I have visited tulips before many times. One such time is with the painting Edge Of A Tulip Garden. Another time would be with the poem titled Abandon Prudence which I never posted here on Artistic Flow that I can recall , but I did post on my Facebook Art Page.
So, that is all I have to say about this painting. You may get Prints of Many Colored Tulips HERE via Pixels / Fine Art America if you so wish.
Done talking about my art, but ahh, tulips I will gladly talk about… There is a story about the creation of tulips that goes a little something like this… Once long long ago there lived a stone mason. The mason was hired by a Persian king to build a huge wall around the queens sitting garden. While working on the wall which took close to a year to complete he met and fell in love with the king’s daughter. Because she was a royal and he was not they carried on secretly knowing that the king would not approve. When the wall was complete and the mason had no real reason to be around the castle they decide to let their love be known and tell the king. As they expected the news was not taken joyfully by the king. The princess said however that she would have no other to marry besides the mason. The king consented, but gave the stipulation that they must wait a full year to prove it wasn’t a fleeting love. He then told the mason he had another job for him, but this job was many miles away on the coast. The mason said goodbye to the princess and said he’d be back in a year to marry her. As the year’s end drew near and his job was almost complete he received word via a royal messenger that his beloved princess had fallen ill and perished. In anguish the mason through himself from they craggy peaks towards the sea. His body tumbled down the rocks and his beaten form was washed away into the vast blue. A year had past and the mason never appeared. The princess who was very well rather than deceased worried for him. She expressed her worries to her father the king and he told her that the mason had no doubt found some other pretty girl to run off with. The princess could not believe it because she knew their love was true. She immediately saddled up a horse and headed to the coast. On arrival she found that her love had done himself in. She went to were he had jumped and crumbled down and wept. From the corner of her teary eye she saw a bit of paper poking out from some rocks. She retrieved the letter which had the royal mark of her father and read the note which told of her death. Knowing that her love had perished because he could not bear life without her was to much. The princess flung herself from the very same edge and her much slighter body did no better upon the rocks, and she too was washed away into the sea. That very next spring as the earth began to escape from the hold of winter first one, then two, then many mysterious never seen before flowers started to appear along the shore beneath the cliffs. They bloomed in many colors and gave off a lovely scent. In the crevices among the rocks where the two had tumbled down these same mysterious flowers grew , but only in the color red. Those who had seen the cliff side after the lovers had leapt and before the rains came claimed that those flowers grew exactly where the their blood had mingled. As to if that part is true or not we can never know. It sounds a bit to fanciful for me, but the world is full of strange happenings. One thing which is sure is that the sad story of the princess settled into the hearts of her people and to honer her they began to wear these strange and beautiful new flowers in their turbans to honor her. Years later a Turkish man seeing the strange flowers in the turban of a man he met on the road thought it a good idea to bring some home. The Persian brought him to a woman who gathered the bulbs of the flowers and planted them each year for the flowers to sell at market. He purchased a bunch of them and brought them home. They became extremely popular and one day a French trader arrived and thought they’d go over well back home. He pointed to the flower in the Turk’s turban and asked of it. The Turk thought he was referring to the turban itself so told him it was a turban. Eventually through some pantomime the Persian figured out it was the flowers the Frenchman wanted to purchase. It was a great buy for back in France the flowers became very popular with the ladies indeed who would wear them in their hair and call them turbans.
Tulip= noun: tulip; plural noun: tulips
a bulbous spring-flowering plant of the lily family, with boldly colored cup-shaped flowers.
Origin = late 16th century: from French tulipe, via Turkish from Persian dulband ‘turban’, from the shape of the expanded flower.
again… You can get prints of Many Colored Tulips HERE via Pixels/Fine Art America.
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