"Purple Tulips" -- oil on canvas 22x28" -- Margie Guyot
Some people might think I'd lost my mind -- all that color! But I was in the mood to paint COLOR! Last weekend we'd had a 16" snowfall and were without power for 48 hours. It was dark. It was gloomy. By some miracle my studio stayed about 50 degrees, even without the heating system. I had to bundle up a bit more to work out there.
So the sun came out. The snow has melted. Well, mostly melted. Robins are singing; crocuses are peeking up. I was in the mood to do cartwheels across the front lawn. That is, if I could do cartwheels. In lieu of doing cartwheels, I decided to yank out the most colorful piece of fabric I could find and do something with the bunch of purple tulips I'd bought last week. They were about to give out, so I had to paint fast.
But the painting wasn't challening enough. Why not make it really interesting and add the acrylic box with the butterflies and the pink glass bowl? It was damned near enough to kill me. But even so, it was a lark, compared to sweeping, vacuuming and washing floors.
Painting tulips is hard enough as it is. They're always enlongating, ever so slightly. Stick a bunch of tulips into a vase and the next day you come back, they've "grown" taller. Or swooped lower, which was what these did.
Purple is a tough color to try to paint. Almost impossible to mix it and not have it turn out some muddy shade of reddish-brown. I think I need to buy every shade of purple & violet they make.
This painting is a prime example of why Oil Painters of America seems to hate everything I do. It's too gaudy. Not brown enough. After years of being a member and paying dues and entering their shows, I finally dropped them. Why was I trying to paint something they might like? It was pathetic. No, I finally decided life is too short to spend all my time doing things to try to win somebody else's approval.