Once 'Blue Bubbles' was done, I gladly went to paint more of them but this time the light came from the bulb above me and contributed to this sharp flashiness on them. Does it not remind you of certain things in life coming, flashing and going again?
Why do I look for challenges like this? To paint such a lively item you have to exercise your memory! Bubbles don’t stand still in the air waiting for you to paint them! These reflected the blue light of the sky behind me.
As I grew up in a Plant Nursery, these pots on the stoep of a peaceful retreat attracted my brushes, so much so that they nearly painted all on their own! In finishing it, my art mentor revealed that the pointed pot came from her grand-mother a long time ago . .