Flowers are not one of my preferred painting subjects, but any excuse to paint some glass and I’m in. Actually, a little bundle of temporary flowers like this is all I can usually handle in reality. The potted and meant to be kept alive for long periods of time version wilt in my care. And though we’ve many weeks here before spring comes again, I’m ready for it. After Christmas, I find little point to winter and just want to move right along to greener grass and warmer temperatures. We’ve talked of putting pots of flowers outside on our terrace again this year. It’s been three years since we did it seriously and now only the strongest plants and or weeds come back each year. I can’t quite tell the difference and only remove what doesn’t look visually pleasing. The end result is an accidental native plant look that somehow seems intentioned. But a bit of color and life indoors this time of year is definitely a lovely thing indeed!
I returned to work just yesterday after a long holiday break and I’m still trying to get back into the groove of it all. I used to be a complete workaholic who was incapable of taking any sort of break at all. That was when I was younger and thought it somehow mattered. As I got older, I realized that being necessary to a something is not the same as being required. They’ll get only just fine for a bit until you return, hopefully refreshed and ready to begin anew. I’ve often thought that a plant in my office would be a lovely thing, but I know I would go days forgetting that it needs a drink. My mind just doesn’t work in a very sequential way. Even when I know a series of things should happen in a specific order or timing, I do them in a totally different way each time. I’m not trying to be contrary or unique, it’s just that I’m not interested in order. I just seek a bit of balance. I look for harmony in things that I do and do them when it feels like the right time. As strange as it seems, things have worked out pretty well for me so far.
But it’s not spring at all and we’re still in the cruel icy touch of winter. It was so cold when I went to lunch today, that I didn’t even want to remove my coat when I got indoors. It was a restaurant with all locally sourced food and they had a gallery of paintings on the wall. It changes each time and this time it was human skulls and horse heads. I’m not entirely sure what the message was, but the colors were quite nice and I rather enjoyed the brush work. Perhaps it was meant to be a metaphor of some kind, but came across as a bit odd and strange. Maybe if it was evening and I were drinking wine at a gallery opening I might see something more. Something that showed a strange connection between life and death and everything in between. Or, more likely, I would just see a bunch of skulls and horse heads, hoping the artist was present to explain his vision. I love hearing the ideas and thoughts of fellow artists and what they were thinking at the time they painted something. It’s that burst of wonderful creativity that always feels as vibrant and alive as a touch of spring.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Yellow Ochre, Opus (Vivid Pink), Leaf Green, Terra Cotta and Cobalt Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book.