The tulip I picked from the yard this morning has moved around while I’ve been painting and observing it. Apparently “still life” is terminology that tulips don’t understand. I don’t mind the flower moving around. It’s just a little strange to observe.
Flowers are not these placid, exemplars of stillness that one supposes. They fidget.
They merely do so on a time scale unfamiliar to human perception. Drawing helps reveal it. Cezanne asked, “Does an apple move?” Well, friend, he never would have asked that question concerning a tulip. Believe me, they move.
Hold on a minute, I was certain the contour was over here ….