Create • Inspire • Journey
by Rachelle Eason
Flowers and Meaning
Dad’s Flowers and Journal
I have to pinch myself…often. It is sometimes so hard for me to believe that I get to use beautiful flowers to create my art. I look around my studio at the gorgeous flowers I have prepped and ready to compose designs with on my special paper and I am truly grateful.
For many years, I have wanted to study the meanings of flowers and have a goal to create eco-stained journals with combinations of flowers that go beyond looking fabulous together. Ever since I read the The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh, I have head a strong desire for my journals to speak their own language as well.
My goal is to now do this through blogging and share my discoveries with you along the way! As I speak about and practice a daily life full of intention, I have an opportunity to spend time with my flowers that I use for creating my Eco-Stained Journals. I have spent many years developing my technique for plant staining papers, so as I continue to grow, deepening the meaning of each combination will enrich my technique and further inspire the finished art, giving even more meaning to the keeper of each piece.
For now, I would like to share a little bit about other meanings flowers have carried for particular journals. I create a lot of commissioned pieces that use special flowers from happy occasions like weddings and solemn memorials for those that have passed. Each time flowers are given to me, I am entrusted with the task of creating treasured pieces that hold memories of the day or a life of a loved one. It is quite a responsibility and I feel honored to be invited into such an intimate time for families.
However, the most personal pieces I have ever done were the ones I did from the flowers given to our family in memory of my father who passed away in October.
To make pages for journals and wall decor from his flowers, I added in blueberries, one of his favorites, and red rose petals for love to symbolize the 62 years my parents were married. I had enough flowers to make pages for five journals my mother, sisters, and brother could each have one, and one for me, of course. I created a large piece of wall decor for my mother to hang in her condo.
The pages shown throughout this post are of pages of my journal I made from those flowers.
The pages hold meaning and sentiment, full of love from each that sent flowers in memory of my father and symbolic of the adoration they have for my mother.
I am not at the point yet that I can write down memories of my father in the pages of this journal. His passing was sudden and, even eight months later I am still processing what it means to not have him here any longer. But browsing through the pages, interpreting designs made by the plant elements, and giving myself moments to remember him is a gift I cherish.
As a side note, my father taught me so much about business. He and my uncle opened and operated a chain of toy stores in Pennsylvania and Ohio so I grew up in a family business. Retail in my blood. To honor him, the journal sitting on the end table on the lovely living room setting on the home page of my website is the one I made from his flowers. When I look at that setting, I think of how nice it would be to sit on that sofa and talk about how business has evolved from store fronts to websites. And to think about how proud he would be to see my work take flight.