Can you believe my camellias are still blooming in abundance in spite of February's below freezing temperatures. I gazed in wide-eyed wonder as yet another bud crowned to unfold from the grip of a relentless cocoon. In this not-so-still life, I caught a real beauty back stage donning her petticoat like tutu, consisting of layer upon layer of pink frilly ruffles, all ready to flourish in the premier performance of Swan Lake...well at least that's how I saw it.
I am taking advantage of this opportunity to paint my camellias while the bush is still in bloom. The thick green leaves seemed to be huddling around like a parasol sheltering this delicate southern belle from the wind and rain. This created a design problem with the focus of interest all to one side of the canvas and leaving a big blank space on the left. I decided to add some dappled light, shadows and a touch of repeated color to help balance out the space with some interest. This seems to help and saved this painting from ending up in the trash.
February 26 marks the 10th anniversary of Harry's (my father) passing. Every year the anniversary is heralded with the blooming of a beautiful camellia bush given to me by my friend Darla on the day of dad's funeral. The tight round little buds began opening this weekend, always a welcome sight as they breathe brilliant gasps of life into the skeletal remains of my long-dead winter garden. The flowers are actually deep salmon in color and hard to create using just warm cadmium red, cool alizarin crimson and a bit of ultramarine blue for the shadows. I ended up adding a little white in the highlights which can dull the saturation of the color and cause it to look chalky. I ended up pretty pleased with the end product. I miss you dad.