When I was a kid, my mother would watch me paint stone walls, building facades and cliff-lined river banks. Lovely grays, browns and ochres. She once said to me, with a bit of impatience in her voice:
“Why don’t you paint some nice pretty colorful flowers?”
At which point I found flowers very difficult to paint, pretty or otherwise. I don’t know why this occurred. Later, when I tried painting them, they looked like my buildings – concrete, stony, rigid and solid – rather than the ethereal, living, breathing things that they are. By the way, I consider buildings and stone to be living and breathing as well, but that’s another story.
I’ve tried and tried since then, to paint flowers. This time, for some reason, I think I’ve been successful. I hope you do too.
Happy Mother’s Day.
*Mother’s Day in France falls on the last Sunday in May. In the US, it’s celebrated on the second Sunday.