Tell them dear,
that if eyes were made for seeing,
that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for being
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Consider the lilies of the field,
how they grow;
they neither toil nor spin,
yet I tell you,
even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these. (Matt. 6:28-29)
how they grow;
they neither toil nor spin,
yet I tell you,
even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these. (Matt. 6:28-29)
This painting is not yet finished, but it's far enough along that I feel okay about posting it. I had to get to where I at least liked it.
The goal was to create a painting that was excruciatingly beautiful; ridiculously beautiful. Shimmering sky, iridescent feathers, translucent petals. Yup. Ridiculously beautiful. Still work to be done, but it feels close.
Back to the palette and easel.
Stunningly beautiful.