Size: 22”x22”
Oil on round canvas, framed.
When Russian troops entered Ukraine, I was so rattled I did what I always do: I sought something beautiful. On a visit to a nursery, a small cactus in oversize bloom called to me, its color a Ukrainian yellow. Unlike Ukraine, with its own larger canvas, the blossom was short-lived and complicated to paint. Slowly, slowly,” I told myself, Petal by petal, I allowed myself. Long after its blossom on a prickly green stem turned brown, its promise of renewal holds and glows, as does Ukraine.
Size: 22”x22”
Oil on round canvas, framed.
When Russian troops entered Ukraine, I was so rattled I did what I always do: I sought something beautiful. On a visit to a nursery, a small cactus in oversize bloom called to me, its color a Ukrainian yellow. Unlike Ukraine, with its own larger canvas, the blossom was short-lived and complicated to paint. Slowly, slowly,” I told myself, Petal by petal, I allowed myself. Long after its blossom on a prickly green stem turned brown, its promise of renewal holds and glows, as does Ukraine.
