Winter Roses, 18x24, Oil on Canvas, Cole Gallery
It's been a cold winter. A long, cold winter. I cannot remember a time of going out to the barn without my hat and gloves. Everything I paint recently seems to reflect that in a much cooler palette.
Spring is just around the corner - although I'm hard pressed to see that because it was 28 degrees this morning. The silver lining, however, is that my studio is warm and cozy. And my easel faces away from the window so once I'm underway, I am far from whatever is happening outside and happily locked into my own little world. Still, as you will soon see with the next few posts, everything I paint has chilled. For now anyway.
So this painting is titled "Winter Roses". My concept started with Valentines Day. Ironically, I am not a fan of Valentines Day. It could come and go for all I care. The kids are grown so I'm not buying those cute little cards and those little heart candies. Also, all sugar seems to rest comfortably on my hips so I'm not a fan of that either. BUT the thought of having (painted) roses that wont wilt and need water changed was a comforting thought.
Here's the paradox. I dont care for Valentines Day but I used it as my "jumping off" concept for a romantic painting... Its really the whole (currently acceptable) concept behind Valentines Day (far from the original history, I hear). So what I was really focusing on was the love and sharing of ones self. The giving of a gift (or the gift of giving..) that demonstrates your love, respect, appreciation. Roses are the traditional medium for that in our society. At least this week.
People appreciate being appreciated. I know I do. Nobody is perfect so we focus on something that we have in common and start there. Everybody brings something else to the table because our history has given us our own unique perspective. Those personal experiences have left thin slices of information stored away in our subconscious that influences our decision making. However skewed everyone else may think it is, it is very real and intuitive for us.
These roses are for you, skewed person. You are just trying to make your way in this crazy world like everyone else. :)
Cut flowers are nice but already dead. A painting will live forever, right?? RIGHT??