WALL MURAL “IN THE PARK”
Westwind Park Community Center | Lauderhill
Awarded by the City of Lauderhill | Lauderhill | Florida | 2019-2020
One of my greatest passions lies in the creation of nature-themed murals. In this mural, I aspire to transport viewers into a realm
of beauty and tranquility. It is my intention that this wall mural serves as a gateway to moments of escape,
contemplation, joy, and serenity for those who behold it.
The wall mural “In the Park” draws its inspiration from the beauty and tranquility of Westwind Park’s natural surroundings.
The mural is a celebration of the diverse ecosystem found in the park, where various species coexist in harmony. The work showcases a
vibrant scene with singing birds, creating a symphony of sounds that add to the park’s enchanting atmosphere. The presence of butterflies
fluttering around adds a touch of delicacy and elegance to the mural. The mural serves as a reminder of the significance of preserving and
protecting natural environments like Westwind Park, as they offer a sanctuary for wildlife and a peaceful retreat for visitors.
If you are looking to manifest beauty, inspiration, and creativity through murals for your home or business, please call
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View other Georgeta’s projects awarded by the City of Lauderhill on the links below:
Florida Impressions Dome in Rotunda Mural
Terrazzo Floor featured at the Lauderhill Performing Arts Center
Lauderhill Story Mural
“THE ROYAL POINCIANA IN BLOOM” by George E. Merrick
Scarlet bloom of deepest dye,
That with the summer sunset vie
In flashful boast, thy thick-massed flame:—
Lo! Thou hast put its wealth to shame:
For all out-done, the tropic sun
Recalls his tint-skilled fays of fire,—
Glowing rich in envy as they fly.
The blood-red gleam of nonpareil
Amidst thy glare is hid so well
That none can know ‘tis bowered there
With scarlet flash of tanager;—
Nor,—faraway, in heat of day—
—A crimson stain against the green—
From very flame one can’st thee tell.
Above thy growth of tender green,—
That in thy pride can’st not be seen—
The throbbing pulse of flames’ desire
Seems urging tongues of crimson higher;
—As spray-wove gleams o’er molten streams;—
Or combing surges breaking low
Upon a sea of fire.
The southern land that yields thy store
Of matchless wealth;—in days of yore
Had envied oft the sunset sky
Where tropic summer’s gift days die
In glory’s blaze:—And, testing all her ways
She found at last thy blood-dyed bloom;
—than which the sky can’st do no more!
