creation, used. Now, we can't afford to waste things can we? But the
green, if my memory serves right, was mixed to compliment the Orange
which was miserable left alone.
I don't usually search for a subject to
paint; just the moment's spur gets transformed onto the canvas, here old
cardboard.
The grass was from the romp in the garden. It was already dead by the
time I found it lying in the ground. Not a rescue, in that sense-how I
wish I could say I rescued something, sigh..Anyway, the grass became my
subject.
Thankfully the grass never ventured to see its resemblance
created, being non-living has its advantages, for me, at least.
presto, this painting born. I was singing in my mind, yes spared the
listeners, and one of the tunes may be still caught up in the painting.
P.S. My sister-in-law thought I had pasted a grass, whoosh-What a
compliment!
