The serenity of June roses

This painting steals my heart with its silence, serenity, reverie, and its roses.

It pins down to memory like Pearlovski number 34, the midsummer perfume. It smells like baby rose buds and freshly cut grass..

Perfume is the memory of a feeling
. In this case the memory of the happy expectancy of a long summer, guarded by flowers.
There is freedom in the rose buds in the garden. Freedom to shine and smell like heaven on earth.

Art – Peder Mork Monsted

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