Tag Archives: Flowers
Happy Easter
Flowers for Mother’s Day
Bouquets to Art – De Young Museum – San Francisco
Yesterday I went to Bouquets to Art with my friend, Pat Friday who has a private flower studio in Napa Valley. Every year she and a group of Bay Area floral designers are invited to pick an art piece from the museum’s collection and create their interpretation of it. Pat chose a piece from the American art section and created a cool snowy ice fishing scene where you can look down into two glassy, blue. ice fishing holes. She really got the feeling of being out in the cold. The show is up through the weekend. The variation of plants, flowers and materials used by the artists is really interesting. Bouquets to Art is organized by the San Francisco Auxiliary of the Fine Arts Museums.
Just Because
Destroy a Flower and Draw!
Dahlias from Fran (click on image to enlarge)
You don’t need any art supplies to draw. Go on. Try it. smear a little more coffee on that coffee ring stain. Take your pen and add a few strokes. Coffee is such a beautiful color. It smells good too.
When I was in Egypt I was sketching and dipped a stick into a small bottle of brown ink that I had in my backpack. I got back to the hotel and noticed my sketch book smelled strange. I had mistaken a bottle of Echinacea for walnut ink and made a drawing with it. I brought the herbal remedy along to boost my immune system and reduce the severity or length of a cold.
The herbal drawing of the Temple of Luxor has kept it’s color. It’s kept its smell, too!
Dip your finger in that glass of red wine, pat it on a piece of paper. Any curry powder around?
Will You Be My Valentine?
End of the Cycle
Or is it a new beginning?
Expecting to find all the tulip petals shriveled and scattered on the floor, I found the flowers all in tack, dried on the stem. Click on image to see the hipstamatic photograph.
The Creative Juices are Flowing – San Francisco
There are phases in my life when, before I go to sleep, I think about my art. I wake up thinking about what I made the day before. As soon as possible, I go to that piece in order to find out what it has to say. The paintings, drawings and photographs are tumbling out of my body. Without judging, I keep going.