The Love of Flowers in the Month of Love

Jubilant spring flowers

Watercolour on watercolour paper

24  x 36 inches

© Barbara Muir (date unknown)

(The photo is not the best quality,

but this is a work from the time
when I painted with an

infant playing nearby.)

I started out as a flower painter.  When my firstborn started to crawl, I worked on small

coloured pencil drawings at the dining room table, while the baby played in his 

playpen, or bounced in the jolly jumper, or napped.  My goal was a drawing a day. All

I know is that I sold them at a very low rate framed. It helped me pay my share of the

rent.

After two years at OCAD, I switched to an English Literature degree, because 

I wanted to be a writer.  And I did, and do write professionally. Plus I teach writing. But art

wins in the big picture (pardon my pun.) It is my passion. And art has taken me all
over the world.

I love flowers, and almost always have some in the house, winter and summer.

I love drawing them, and painting them.  But I was trying to explain to a friend

(not an artist) the other day, that artists get high on what they see. True.  No

drugs necessary. And flowers really do make my heart sing.

Today was a beautiful winter day.  Not too cold, huge banks of bright white snow

everywhere, decorated with brilliant blue shadows from the trees. Beyond

amazing!  We took a drive out to our favourite park, fed the geese and ducks,

walked in the snow, and just now picked up some beautiful tulips. A happy

Sunday.   

Have a loving your life day.