oil on canvas 8" x 16"
I own thousands of wild blue flag irises. Each July, the wetland which is part of my property is a sea of blue as these flowers bloom from the tree line to the road on both sides. The blooms aren't long lasting, but the show is spectacular.
And each year I promise myself that I will paint one of these flowers, but never get around to it for a couple of reasons. The short life of the flowers that fade over hours some days and the fact that I'm not a painter of flowers.
initial drawing/value study on canvas
However, this year I was determined to do so, and here is the start of an oil painting of one of the tightly curled iris buds. Buds of flowers intrigue me. How can all those petals curl upon themselves so tightly, yet unfurl to perfection? Its like waiting for an impending birth to see when the flower opens and blooms.
This is an 8 x 16 piece, and while I wait for the first layers to dry a little, I've started another piece, of water. More about that another day.