The blooms of the Rose of Sharon always remind me of my grandma. All that I have come from her original plantings. As I start sketching the forms of each bloom, I find I am spreading outside the borders even more than normal! Often times, the painting takes on a life of it's own, moving where it wants to go. I've been in and out of the rain today, so I have to shield my paper as the raindrops start to fall. Ink, watercolor and cotton paper do not play well with rain! Painting number 2757 in 2757 days. Thursday, July 30, 2020
Rose of Sharon
The blooms of the Rose of Sharon always remind me of my grandma. All that I have come from her original plantings. As I start sketching the forms of each bloom, I find I am spreading outside the borders even more than normal! Often times, the painting takes on a life of it's own, moving where it wants to go. I've been in and out of the rain today, so I have to shield my paper as the raindrops start to fall. Ink, watercolor and cotton paper do not play well with rain! Painting number 2757 in 2757 days. 
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This is so beautiful Tammie.
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