Yesterday I decided it was really time to pull up what was left of my Black-Eyed Susans. They were beautiful this year - all volunteered from last years two tiny surviving plants. Oh the wonders of God's world. Well most of the seeds had fallen and the plants were stringy and dying from the heat - so time to move on. This is a watercolor pencil sketch I did of them for a class with Kate Johnson (she is a great teacher!) I really enjoyed investigating the different stages of the plants. Drawing really really makes you look.
My mom used to call me her black-eye Susan when I was a kid, and it bothered me because my name is not Susan. Ha! I remember my dad pulling the car off the road to pick these flowers, and other wild-flowers, on weekend trips through the country. I have fond associations with these flowers, and you've captured their friendly and strong essence. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely GORGEOUS! I LOVE the loose look here -- and yet there is so much expert detailing, Connie --- really really wonderfully done!!! BRAVA!
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