A little bit Pallissy, a little Rococo, a little bit folk art, these are really a joy to paint. I love the late summer feeling of every plant being fully grown, exuding a green presence, hiding bugs, snakes, and flowers in their shade. It reminds me of being a child, looking for critters in a neighbor's shrub as cicadas whir and the school year approaches. Summer’s glory fading, and fall approaches as we keep repeating the season’s cycles each year- the melody is the same but the lyrics keep changing. I think this poem by Wordsworth really captures the vibe I am trying to capture in this series:
"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower
We will grieve not; rather find
Strength in what remains behind."
-Wordsworth, “Ode: Intimations of Immortality”