…for being such a delicate and enticing flower!
I had been looking at them for a while, every time I crossed the path to the school. I’d seen them bloom. I’d seen them radiant every afternoon.
Shamelessly, I plucked one little one from our garden last afternoon, resolute that I’d found my muse for the day. I played around for about 10 minutes, holding my little treasure, putting it under sunlight with its back towards me, then with its glaring face, then its profile, then peeking at me, then cold-shouldering me, then looking up, then looking down, and finally smiling straight at me, saying, “Now pick up the pencil and begin!”
I did – and one wasn’t enough. Irresistibly iridescent.
No reference photo, no inspiring painting – this is purely my mind’s game one April afternoon!
Smitten,
Roopika
P.S.
By the way, you can have a look at the yellow one's face here!
Narrating a story that inspired a painting...that is the beauty of art. I love the idea. The happy two-some, though so different, make great company !
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What a beautiful discription of your idea Roopika,and more beautiful are your works.Your work is fantastic.
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