I've always loved lotuses for their radiance. I'm lucky to now have them in my neighbourhood pond. But till I did, I spent a considerable time online looking t pictures of the beauty. There was a time, about 2 years ago, that I was smitten with the reams of colour that a single petal held in a lotus. Each petal seems to be of a different shade - a pink lotus, for example, would have fuscia, majenta, light pink, purple and mauves for different layers of the petals and each petal would have a colour spectrum for it's colour. I found it so fascinating, I daydreamt of spending the whole year painting lotuses of different colours.
Dreamy as this may have sounded that time, when I began staining the paper, it was nightmarish. I remember forgetting time and space while painting it. Some time earlier on into the painting, I lost track of the reference pictures and began looking for colour as my mind's whims. For a while, I was taken aback with what I saw as my labour of love for the reverend flower - it didn't look at all like what I had tought I had seen; it looked exactly like what I realised I'd understood of it's beauty.