Bouquets

Two paintings from a series of paintings of Bouquets I’ve begun.

Midwinter/Midsummer


These paintings “Midwinter Frost” and “Midsummer Night” represent two very opposite seasons in my garden. The paintings are about absence as much as presence.

Sitting in the garden on a dark, hot summer night the plant forms seem to grow larger, darker, more mysterious, sometimes even a bit menacing.

On a cold winter day there is a stark beauty and emptiness, expressed so well by Wallace Stevens in the last stanza of his poem “The Snow Man”.
“For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”

Alstroemeria


I’ve been drawing and painting Alstroemeria. There is a wonderful loose softness, messiness, blowsiness to them that I love! Used some silver leaf on the second painting.