“Sometimes a scene hides its story in color and quiet. In this piece the bench is almost secret, nestled behind a low riot of blue irises. So the flowers feel like the first thing you meet, and the bench becomes an invitation. I imagined someone pausing just long enough to take in the scent and the light, or two friends sharing a small, private conversation while the blooms sway between them. It’s a gentle moment of discovery: a quiet refuge revealed by petals and shadow, where the garden does the soft work of holding time.”
When The Irises Were Out - Oil Pastel on Board
Artwork Size: 16” x 11”, framed and mounted.
“Sometimes a scene hides its story in color and quiet. In this piece the bench is almost secret, nestled behind a low riot of blue irises. So the flowers feel like the first thing you meet, and the bench becomes an invitation. I imagined someone pausing just long enough to take in the scent and the light, or two friends sharing a small, private conversation while the blooms sway between them. It’s a gentle moment of discovery: a quiet refuge revealed by petals and shadow, where the garden does the soft work of holding time.”
When The Irises Were Out - Oil Pastel on Board
Artwork Size: 16” x 11”, framed and mounted.