The next several weeks I’m cheating.
Florals are cheating. No, really, they are! They’re like sunsets – who couldn’t point any half functioning excuse for a camera at a sunset and not get a gorgeous picture. Or golf courses – it’s near impossible to come off a golf course and not have captured a beautiful landscape or three. I got no begrudge on that (bad grammar intentional); some people make a good living on sunsets and golf courses and more power to them. Florals are like that. Too easy.
And they are for me crystal meth. There are three varieties of flowering cherry trees in my yard alone. And all around: dogwood, redbud, pear, honeysuckle, tulips and tulip trees, roses, lilies, irises, clematis, so many varieties my eyes bug out! All popping out of the gloom of a long winter. I can’t look away or resist their temptation.
So we’re going to see flowers for a time. Oh, I’ve a couple non-florals in the queue just to break things up the slightest little bit, but mostly blooms of all kinds. Some works will be wildly abstract and some, like today’s, appear hardly touched (although todays was actually touched in several ways, albeit subtly). A flower is already an abstract creation – how much push does it take to elevate such to art.
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.