Working in acrylic paints, in a linear style, with the garden as inspiration, is a minefield. So easy to fall into icky cliché. I even found myself channeling Dufy* (not that he is icky, but he certainly is dead and gone!) without any premeditation. That was actually fun to see happen on the page. Some of the other things I've come up with... not so much.
But heck, I say, Inner critic begone! I'm keeping on and seeing what happens, day by day.
A couple of recent pieces that I don't consider finished, just steps along the way. Whatever it is. Acrylic on paper.
A little close-up:
Detail of above:
Off this week to San Francisco and a nearby olive ranch for a short visit. Urban sketches, olive tree studies, and who knows what else to come. See you soon!