I say I’ll paint outdoors again, so naturally I stay inside. It’s hard to make plans. I never could get away so I made a virtue of necessity and drew still lifes indoors.
The bouquet is just as good as a tree top. Up it goes (see how nearly trunk-like the glass vase is) and out it expands, flowers like boughs, everything hanging this way and that, expand, expand. A little bit of satin blue-grey-green sky all around. A bright shiny lawn of exceedingly vivid satin green. Presto chango — the outdoors imagined!
Never were faux silk flowers more attuned to Nature.