Tuesday, September 16, 2008
This odd painting came about because I didn't have the stretcher frame bars to make a long rectangle. I picked the fall flowers, ironweed, thistle, mistflower, lobelia & goldenrod, in Ralph's field. It's all a little poignant thinking that now that Ralph is gone, the low meadow of wildflowers is likely destined to be a subdivision. The loss of the woods of ancient trees is even more affecting - but alas, there's nothing to be done about it.
I doubt this painting will make the grade - I'll probably paint over it - but I'm glad just to have brush in hand.