You find a flower half-buried in leaves,
And in your eye its very fate resides.
Loving beauty, you caress the bloom;
Soon enough, you’ll sweep petals from the floor.
Terrible to love the lovely so,
To count your own years, to say “I’m old,”
To see a flower half-buried in leaves
And come face to face with what you are.
Han Shan, circa 630 CE
It’s that time of year when I start to paint from my garden, but it’s almost too late for some flowers, so I’m glad I take photos every day…
There is an age old piece of good advice, that an artist should explore a subject in every way possible, should get to know it inside out, up and down, till he/she can paint it in their sleep…
I often follow this creed….not only do I love this particular flower, I admire it’s tenacity in lasting through all kinds of weather, it’s delightful scent, and that the bees find it delicious..
This Echinacea is called “Green Envy” and at it’s flowering peak the petals are lime green tinged with deep pink…it flowered early and the colour has faded a lot, leaving it a brownish tint, but what’s really great is that they don’t fall…they just change…how wonderful if we could say that about ourselves?
I have painted the background like an weathered mossy fabric and merged the flowers with it as if they have aged together…I chose the poem because of what it says about life and counting the years….Toronto, Ontario, Canada…
Setasilk on Arches HP Paper