Quiet spot in the park. Fresh growth everywhere. The sun was brilliant, gentle on the skin, just warm enough to be comfortable. Everything was bathed in that bright light. In between winter cold and summer hot, it is a time of renewal, optimism and frankly, joy.
There is a house just down the street from us where a gardener lives. I’ve never met the person, but their front garden has brought lots of joy. Like the time a couple of years ago when I was recovering from a fall (a dumb maneuver on the bike). It was a beautiful spring morning and I was particularly happy being able to make it down the street with the aid of a cane. I was in an ecstatic mood heightened by the floral display. I’ve painted quite a few pics based on the plantings. I am sure the neighbours all enjoy the result of what must be hard work.
With the hot weather we’ve had this year, I’ve not been in the mood to walk down that way much and the garden has suffered from the desert conditions. I did snatch a few pics and this piece is a result.
Guoache, 12×12 on 140 lb watercolour paper, mounted on 5/8″ cradled board – $160