While on his deathbed, Edouard Manet ( 1832-1883), painted the flowers that his visitors would bring him. It probably did not make him forget his situation and it surely did not relieved his pain, but I think that with each painting he had the satisfaction of being able to do, one more time, what he was put on this earth to do. I think of him every time I paint a flower bouquet.
About the craft, I'm trying new ways of approaching the flower mass. Trying to create a sense of space; loosening up, expressing myself. This painting is definitely a departure from previous ones, I'm evolving, hopefully for the better. I like how the sunflower in the back steals the show.
Oil on linen. 8 x 10
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