'Tulips.' ----acrylic and oil pastel on boxed stretched canvas----60x60 cms.
Tulips are not my favourite flowers, sometimes in rows
in a garden they seem too orderly, too exact and precise,
yet when they open out in full bloom I find them really beautiful.
They are very satisfying to paint though.There is something
about their uncluttered simplicity of line and form
that inspires me. Often that soft sheen, that semi-translucent
lustre when caught in the sunlight,is captivating .
The clear colours a delight too, ranging from the
purest white to the passionate depth of crimson.
Sometimes I see each one as a chalice, the black, velvety
depth sheltering the essence - that individual quality
that each flower holds.
The symbolism is fitting too; grace, elegance, and perfect love.
But then all flowers are smbolic in their own uniqueness,-and all
have a beauty that belongs entirely to them.---What would life be without them?
Mo.
'The temple bell stops, but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.'
Basho.
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