That’s my dear Picasso in his favorite spot, keeping an eye on his mommy. For weeks I’ve hunted for cut daffodils in the stores but haven’t been able to find any. Last week I saw some but they were brown and wrinkled. Ach! I’d spent days (weeks!) doing grunt-work: painting sides of paintings, sanding and shellacking wood panels, re-hanging paintings. Every day I’d hope to see blue sky, so I could go out and do a landscape, but it’s been blah-gray for ages. This morning I wandered around in the swamp, hoping for a spark of inspiration, but I just couldn’t bring myself to paint another dried-grass painting. So I decided to do another painting with this amazing begonia from my friend Lucy. Before it croaks.
Starved for color, I paired it with a psychedelic-colored cloth and screaming orange dessert dishes. And an old favorite: a polka-dot, ruffly glass bowl. Here’s what I was looking down at:
Kind of challenging to draw in, but I think drawing it in is the most fun part. I didn’t get too far as I was pretty tuckered-out from pruning in the orchard this morning. No, the fun just never ends! Here’s what it looked like at the end of the day:
Margie Guyot Art 