Monday 28 May 2012

Iris & transience

I wait all year for these irises to appear. I brought them from my late parents' garden. Their joint enterprise; my father grew them & then, my mother would paint them.
Each May, I take many photos, but it's never the same as drawing or painting from real life. Yesterday, I grasped the moment, sat in the sunshine & recorded their beauty as best I could.

This morning they were gone, their remains like shrivelled, wilted paper left on the stem.









5 comments:

  1. The succession if your drawings made me smile. Just beautiful

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  2. Lovely to see your artwork unfold like this ... :).

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  3. I love the story about your father and mother and what a talent you have for drawing. Flowers are so difficult but from your drawing I can see exactly what they looked like!

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  4. I love irises! They remind me of my mother and are very close to my heart.

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  5. Incredibly poignant. Beautiful paintings too, a wonderful way to feel close your parents.

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