Visitor, 2017, oil, acrylic, gold leaf on canvas, 72×72 inches
The complex, convoluted nearly anatomical form of irises always gives me a linear challenge. in Visitor, the color is warm to hot, the lines are thin, and appear to disappear from time to time. The chevrons provide a further challenge to the complex forms of the flower petals.
Peonies only exist in red, pink and white.
Their season is absurdly short.
They require seriously cold winters to incubate their amazing profusion.
Their true glory is unknown to those in overly temperate climes.
To crown their abundance of petals, they are redolent with divine fragrance.
Smell is too common a word.
Whenever I gaze into a full blown peony, I (and many others) become instantly, irreversibly intoxicated.