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| "Yellow Roses" Watercolor - 15" x 11" |
A number of years ago I lent a painting to a friend who was
just starting out in a new apartment. As the years passed he lived with and loved the
painting, but now he was moving to a new city and opening a new business, and
establishing a truly minimalist lifestyle, and so he returned the painting to
me. I was happy to see it again –
to see it with fresh eyes – and to remember what it was like to paint it. “Yellow Roses” was the first of a
series of five paintings of the same bouquet of yellow roses, capturing the
various stages of the bouquet’s life.
I remember noticing that even as I painted the buds in this bouquet they
were opening. So by the time the painting was
completed at the end of the session, neither the canvas nor the buds were as
they had been hours earlier. But that is to be expected, isn’t it? Buds open. The paper gets paint on it. And I was not attempting to capture a moment on paper; I
was just trying to understand the beauty before me.
As I look at the painting now, with the hindsight of the
paintings that followed, I am struck by the fact that they are just buds
beginning to open. Now I can see
them as an apt metaphor for the creative process.
