I can admit when I'm wrong. I was woefully wrong, couldn't have been wronger. ;o) I thought I wouldn't enjoy painting flowers and other ephemera. But I found myself totally enthralled as I escaped into my own painting. Trying to get the highlights and shadows right took the lion's share of the time. I enjoyed the making the grass the most, probably because the blues and greens I own are the higher quality Windsor & Newton Artist's watercolors instead of the reds and yellows (to make clean oranges) I have that are the W&N Cotman series.
Now I'm looking forward to spring and summer even more than usual. Mom has an entire garden full of Hostas. Hundreds of Hostas, with their amazingly detailed leaves and multiple shades of green. Mmmmm green. My favorite. Happy, happy, happy. Now I feel like a kid waiting for the Dickie Dee ice cream truck to start doing it's summer rounds. Patience is not a card I hold in my poker hand of Life. Perfectionist, Yep, IMpatience, Yep. But, here's a quote that makes my lacking a positive attribute.
"Intuition is a suspension of logic due to impatience."
~Rita Mae BrownI think that covers it quite nicely, don't you? Until later my pretties. ;o)