A goal of mine for years has been to paint flowers, either in their natural setting or in jars, vases and whatever else I can find to put them in. (sorry Mrs. Gallant. "In which to put them".)
Who knew that these delicate lovelies would be such a challenge to harness in paint?
The textures, colors and tangles are harder for me to keep track of than the acres of blue sky and flat horizon that has been my stock in trade for the last many years.
The painting started out so beautifully. Peonies holding up pink heads full of promise, caressed by delicate catmint...oh!
Sadly my skills were not up to the task. Yet. It'll come.
That's my mantra. It'll come, be patient. It'll come. Be patient. It'llcome, bepatient. It'llcomebepatient...it'llcomebepatientit'llcomebepatient.........