blast from the past

I painted these flowers ages ago.  I got them from my parent’s backyard and assembled them quickly in a plastic storage container and painted them against a blue cloth.  I was emulating a style of some artists I knew who all went to the same school.  It intrigues me to see it now.  I like the painting, but the sensation is like seeing a picture of yourself wearing glasses from some other era.  Looking at the painting now I see lots of common feeling with the way I paint flowers today and tons of difference too.

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architecture of the canopy

The curving forms of the boughs in the tree canopy are so magnificent.  How I would love to get in sync with that arboreal architecture.  I imitate the loops and curvy forms.  They make material the gladness of the light and the visual noise of summer.   The riot of colors, the density of growing things, the layers upon layers of intervening leafage wherever you look, light loving leaves that fill the spaces between you and the horizon.

I am summer’s biggest fan.