I’ve never been a big fan of still lifes/lives (or abstracts for that matter) – they’re all very well to do if you’re stuck in an attic in Paris in a snowstorm but, generally, they just don’t talk to me. But I tried this one recently, in part to celebrate spring (ie when we enjoy tulips and blossoms for a whole week before they get flattened by the October winds).
And I’m pleased with the result – the composition, the brushwork and the sgriffito (scratching back). It’s not going to hang in the Louvre but it might look nice in the kitchen. 12″x 12″ in oils.
Tulips
