There is just something about this painting that makes me swoon:
I could stare at this painting f o r e v e r.
I am not a deep thinker when it comes to art, but whenever I look at My Sweet Rose by John William Waterhouse, I am instantly transported to…to wherever on earth this woman is standing.
I’d like to think that this woman (she strikes me as either an “Ingrid” or an “Amelia”) is inhaling the sweet aroma of that rose somewhere inside the walls of a Grecian villa.
It is a dewy morning.
Ingrid/Amelia is barefoot.
Her robe is silk.
She is headed to the beach for her morning walk when lo! a plump, pink rose catches her eye.
Ingrid/Amelia can NEVER resist the urge to stop and smell a rose.
Neither can I.
Which is why I love this painting and plan on hanging a copy of it in every room of our house.