Wildflowers #3 | Emerge
If only I knew what these flowers smell like. This must be how my friends/subscribers here from the Midwest, East Coast, Canada and other ‘white’ places feel. That there are buds tightly coiled under foot, in the trees and bushes. You see, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty parading all these brightly colored wildflowers across their desk every morning. Some folks are saying “ugh, we are still under snow…” while others are saying, “thank you, I needed this reminder.” Perhaps April or May would have been a better choice for flowers, kites, hot air balloons. Honestly, I needed the color myself. This winter was SO cold. See that little bird like character? He seems to be sailing upstream on a piece of watermelon or something. Like he’s lived amongst exotic flowers all his life, and this is just ‘ho hum’ another day in the life.
Project notes: These pieces feel crazy, wild, chaotic and not comfortable. Pretty much the whole time I’m doing them, it’s a blur. And then in the end I investigate what’s just happened and am generally surprised it’s not a vat of black oil with little dried flower looking chunks floating around. That it becomes something at all continually amazes me.
As a fan from one of those ‘white’ states, one that’s gotten some snow this week, I love these joyous celebrations of Spring each morning in my mailbox. The days get longer fast this time of year, so this fits the mood, even if we have nearly two months of frost left to go.
And chaotic is just right. Your flowers are bursting here, just like the season.
Oh so cool. Thank you for saying this!
I love the joy and chaos of this piece. So full of life. And I am so in tune with the ideas of painting or drawing in that creative zone, and it’s not until much later that you can see you have created something good.
So true, isn’t it Cheryl? This is why I work as fast as possible and just keep moving on to the next one and then the next. And let the audiences play with the results. I’m so moved by how people integrate the images into their imaginations and lives. So, who am I to say? I’m not the expert on my work. ; )