Barbara Muir © 2022
Where did this come from? Maybe my mother. My father used to try
and make up with my mother by bringing her home a pot of brown mums
-- easily one of the ugliest flowers. I think she was nice about it. I
never heard her complain. So I think it was my mother, who loved flowers,
so much so that she traveled to the Netherlands to see the tulips in the spring
when her vision was almost gone (she was blind for the last decade
of her life), and when she had major breathing problems.
But one of the youngest in our family is a fan of drawing roses. She
tried to teach me. (I have painted roses -- sometimes successfully --
but I was still impressed.) I would never normally try to paint a ranunculus.
The flowers are complex, and so vibrant. But I gave it a whirl. I am
working on keeping my hand in. And working on something else
as well. I hope that soon that long, long project will be done, and
I'll show it to you. In the meantime here's this drawing/painting.
Have a joyous day.