15 Irises…

Or “how I spent my Thanksgiving vacation”. Yeah, it was nose-to-the-grindstone weekend here at Possum Hollow Somebody’s Gallery (yes, that’s the actual name of the place!) emailed me, requesting more little iris paintings, so I got busy. Each one is on gallery-wrapped canvas, 6×6″. What else is there to do around here these days, anyway? Housework??? This year I was smart (for once) and saved one of the iris catalogs that came in the mail. So I had some reference material for a change. In the past I’d paint from life, but I don’t have a limitless variety of irises here. And in the spring it’s a tug-of-war between planting my garden and painting. So while I finished up these little iris, the Black Friday shoppers filled the malls, the snow and sleet fell. And the housework remains undone. Bah! Some other day.