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.
The succession if your drawings made me smile. Just beautiful
ReplyDeleteLovely to see your artwork unfold like this ... :).
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteI love irises! They remind me of my mother and are very close to my heart.
ReplyDeleteIncredibly poignant. Beautiful paintings too, a wonderful way to feel close your parents.
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