Yesterday there were mostly buds. Today the whole shebang was open. Well, mostly. It was a good day to sit in a cool studio: 90 degrees outside. Anything over 75 and we northern Michiganders start whining. Anyway, it was a challenge. I didn’t want to paint in every bloom, so I had to pick and choose. A few from yesterday were starting to wither. One thing I did love painting: the stems. They didn’t change a lot. As the sun moved across the sky, the colors changed. I had to put down something. Hopefully believable. Part of being a good painter is also being kind of a bullshitter….
