I often think of myself as some kind of flower.
Most often as an aging tulip. Ruby red in parts still, but with petals beginning to disarray. I love the brightness and colours still....a little brassy but with what I would like to consider some class.
But enough of this navel gazing. I think its time to dust off the overalls and join my family down the cricket field for this year's beer festival.
Out with the old, in with the new.
1 day ago
3 comments:
There’s something very hypnotic about this tulip…have you ever done a canvas just full of petals? Just a thought :) the design of this one draws the eye in…and you’ve got a lovely velvet texture...:) again…really great Sue :)
Stunning work Sue.
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Thank you. I have to admit that this subject was one of the first I ever painted and has developed over the past couple of years. It seems to be very popular and I think there is something quite mesmerising about the colours and contrast.
Intersting idea about a canvas full of petals....I keep thinking about that film with that girl laid on loads and loads of red rose petals...American something or other...rather annoyingly I can't remember the title.
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