The weather is cool enough again that I worked in the studio last week. A light breeze up the valley was its usual sea-breeze-freshness rather than a blast of hot air. Most pleasant! What I was working on was a small painting sketch of a scented rose that one of my art collectors (who is also an island parks commissioner) admires.
How this came about was, I had been out plein air painting with a teacher and two young students in Cotton Park a few weeks earlier and the art collector called me over to look at one of her favourite roses. Then she asked if I might be able to paint it for her. It was an interesting project and I was under the spell of the elegant rose’s heady fragrance, so I said yes. We talked about size and such. Then I was on my way. During the next couple of days, I went down and gathered references of just the perfect bloom.
Here is what happened in the studio…