flower scribble

At odd moments I draw some of the flowers with pencil.  I like to think about things in terms of line.  I like lines.  Putting contours around shapes, seeing the shapes in relation to the other shapes, one flower’s location relative to another, is how I think about them.  Somehow I feel like drawing must strive for accuracy, accuracy of flower positions, as though they are planets in a star system of flowers.

It honestly doesn’t make any difference.  But I feel obligated to seek out their true positions as closely as I can manage.  The bouquet will look different from its first indications at long last once they enter the final painting.  Because stuff happens.  Everything changes.  My brain shifts things around.  Or the flowers themselves shift around.  Or something.  However, the impulse to get this “accuracy” is a force I heed.

I respect the impulse but I make no claims for the outcome.  Outcomes change.  Flower painting is a sneaky business.

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