These are old and new paintings I made weeks or years ago but nonetheless this spring’s bouquet. Brush a petal past your winter’s cheek today, drink it in.
I must say my interest in painting flowers does not diminish. Nor is it becoming a bore of routine. There is endless surprise to colors laid next to each other, the weight of pigment, the rush to the senses from it. The way the inside of a white petal will steep down into gray shadow, the electrifying incandescence of light on its interior from a spot of sun, the brackish green/black soil at its base and the shock of lavender deepest inside which cannot be from any less than the joy of being alive. And that’s only one flower! One swoosh of a velvet petal, one darting cluster of color having the power to fascinate, to probe every sense of its observer.
Gardens the hemisphere over are coming to life once more. Spring siren’s call is on. And the human, animal, insect, reptile heart lifted by its power.
Original Oil Painting by Expressionist Artist Barbara Sparhawk
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