There's something about flowers that's particularly atractive. Is it the tenderness of the petals? Is it the ethereal blend of various colours within a single flower? Is it the intricacy that's hidden within it's innermost recesses? Is it the alluring elegance shared by the petals - almost like the poise of young ladies who wouldn't spill the beans on a secret?
It's all of those, I guess. Most significantly, it is the seeming-fragility of the sheen of water colours and the sheerness of flowers that makes them seem to apt for each other - and that's what re-energises the adrenaline rush when I eye a close-up picture of a flower.
This particular painting has been special. For a change, I wasn't teaching myself another lesson in water-colour but applying some of the earlier learnings. For a change, I let myself decide which elements of the reference picture to eliminate and which ones to magnify. For a change, I let myself sit and study the reference - and ponder over the colours, the media options and the sequence of painting each element.
I'm happy.
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