Light doesn't fall evenly through a lace curtain. It breaks into a hundred small shapes and scatters them across whatever's underneath, and that's the real reason this painting exists.
I had a vase of cosmos on the table by the window, purples and whites, a few corals and pinks, leaning every direction the way cut flowers do after a day or two. But it was the light I kept looking at, not the flowers. The curtain was throwing this soft broken pattern across the tablecloth and the side of the vase, small diamonds and dots of brighter cream against the cooler gray lavender of the room. That pattern is really the subject. The cosmos just gave it something to land on.
I painted the vase pale and warm, almost glowing where the light hits it straight on, and let the background stay loose and atmospheric, more suggestion of curtain and wall than description of either. The petals got the same treatment. A few flowers are rendered with real detail up close, and the rest soften the farther they sit from the center, closer to how your eye actually works standing in a room with a bouquet than how a camera sees one.
Oil on canvas, 16 × 20 inches. One of a kind, original only.
Light doesn't fall evenly through a lace curtain. It breaks into a hundred small shapes and scatters them across whatever's underneath, and that's the real reason this painting exists.
I had a vase of cosmos on the table by the window, purples and whites, a few corals and pinks, leaning every direction the way cut flowers do after a day or two. But it was the light I kept looking at, not the flowers. The curtain was throwing this soft broken pattern across the tablecloth and the side of the vase, small diamonds and dots of brighter cream against the cooler gray lavender of the room. That pattern is really the subject. The cosmos just gave it something to land on.
I painted the vase pale and warm, almost glowing where the light hits it straight on, and let the background stay loose and atmospheric, more suggestion of curtain and wall than description of either. The petals got the same treatment. A few flowers are rendered with real detail up close, and the rest soften the farther they sit from the center, closer to how your eye actually works standing in a room with a bouquet than how a camera sees one.
Oil on canvas, 16 × 20 inches. One of a kind, original only.
