I drew this abstract painting with inspiration from “The Gardener:1” by Rabindranath Tagore (a great Indian poet in the late 19th century). The painting is a blooming garden after the winter, with the Queen and the Gardener.
Some notes for the painting details:
- full painting
- here we have the Queen. Where is the Gardener?
- blooming flowers
- plants in melting snow.
The Gardener:1 (Rabindranath Tagore)
The Gardener:1
Servant
HAVE mercy upon your servant, my queen!
Queen
The assembly is over and my servants are all gone. Why do you come at this late hour?
Servant
When you have finished with others, that is my time. I come to ask what remains for your last servant to do.
Queen
What can you expect when it is too late?
Servant
Make me the gardener of your flower garden.
Queen
What folly is this?
Servant
I will give up my other work.
I throw my swords and lances down in the dust. Do not send me to distant courts; do not bid me undertake new conquests. But make me the gardener of your flower garden.
Queen
What will your duties be?
Servant
The service of your idle days.
I will keep fresh the grassy path where you walk in the morning, where your feet will be greeted with praise at every step by the flowers eager for death.
I will swing you in a swing among the branches of the saptaparna, where the early evening moon will struggle to kiss your skirt through the leaves.
I will replenish with scented oil the lamp that burns by your bedside, and decorate your footstool with sandal and saffron paste in wondrous designs.
Queen
What will you have for your reward?
Servant
To be allowed to hold your little fists like tender lotus-buds and slip flower chains over your wrists; to tinge the soles of your feet with the red juice of ashoka petals and kiss away the speck of dust that may chance to linger there.
Queen
Your prayers are granted, my servant, you will be the gardener of my flower garden.
KimZ Nguyen 