Missing the flowers

Flowers for my father

pencil crayon on paper

21 1/2 x 26 inches

Barbara Muir ©

Yes I love snow, and today was warm so the snow was
melting, but I do miss going out to the garden and bringing
in some flowers.  We didn't plant our entire garden
properly this year.  And our beautiful irises almost
died out completely, but the garden we did have made
me very happy.

Tonight I'm posting this old style drawing of flowers.
It looks a lot like the style I learned studying art at
the Ontario College of Art and Design.  I still
love it, especially as I drew it on the tablecloth from
Portugal that my parents brought home from one of
their favourite trips.  It was dedicated to my father
after he died.

And I am grateful to my subsequent teachers, and all
of the artists in the blogworld, Facebook and Instagram
and artists I've met at shows around the world,
for teaching me new, looser (sometimes), more abstract ways
to see.  Someone at one of my recent shows
asked if my colours had always been that bright.
No they weren't I guess.  But now I like colour, bright and
muted and every which way.

Thanks for your continued support.  You do make my day.