anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they
themselves never hoped to see – or like a sealed letter they could not plainly
read. ” –Alice Walker
Yesterday I finished my iris painting, an act which left my easel empty again. . .so afterwards I assembled this outdoor still life with a little help from a gardener friend next door. I already had the peace roses, yarrow, and coral bells in my yard. Mary provided the yellow gerbera daisies, lilies, and a few lacy varieties I can’t name at the moment.
I snapped some photos of the bouquet to set aside for future paintings.
Later I brought my easel outdoors to photograph the new painting. The outdoor light really changed the look of the work, making it seem a little flat and washed out. . .so out came the brushes for some sunlight tweaking. A couple of hours later, I felt like I was really finished (again).
It was nice to see Mary’s reaction when I showed her the new work. Now that the original iris has dropped its petals, the painted one is bringing back some happy memories.
And now for something completely different: