After I finished work on yesterday’s pastel, I immediately started work on this little piece. Frost-covered windows and blossoms obscured beyond glass: suddenly, I am quite obsessed. Flowers. How odd that I almost never paint flowers, and when I do, they are dead or broken. It occurs to me that up until now, I haven’t known what I want to say about them, or how. If you know me well, this is of course, hilarious. Nothing occupies so much of my time —April through November— as flowers!
Of course, for the past few years, my studio hours have been restricted to the winter months. That is about to change dramatically, but it still doesn’t explain why I never use flowers in my work. Well, here they are! True, they are behind frosty glass —but I feel like they are here to stay for awhile. I’m excited about this series and eager to continue pursuing it on panel next month.
Hello flowers. It’s good to see you this winter. Florist’s Window, II.