"He Loves Me"
20"x16" Oil on Stretched Canvas
I sure have enjoyed painting flowers over the past 6 weeks. I took a workshop from Nancy Medina, and it has proven to be one of the best things I've done for my artistic self. These flowers are really special to me, because my sweet hubby dug them up and brought them home to me. He knew that days before, I walked and scouted the dry pastureland behind our house looking for something colorful and alive. I'd returned with nothing but the realization that we are definitely in the desert without spring rains. There was nothing but parched and dry grass. I don't know where the man found these beauties, but he did. It meant so much to me, that he would be scouting for me. We put them in this old crock full of water and now 10 days later they are still pretty. I used to play a little game when I would pick a flower. I would pull the petals off one by one, saying, "He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not"...and hopefully I would be left with the "He Loves Me" petal. I couldn't help but think of that as I painted. I couldn't help but soak in the blessing of knowing that "He Loves Me". Texas has some of the most beautiful wild flowers in the spring when we get moisture. This year has not been one of wetness. However, as I blog this today, we have measured 2.5 inches of rain! Perhaps those beauties will not find it too late to pop their little heads out!