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Wildflowers

“Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers.” – Lady Bird Johnson I spent the day in a field  of wildflowers, underneath  a moody sky, lazing amid  sun-kissed petals, dazed  by dancing butterfly wings. —C.L. Fisher, January 2023 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work ofContinue reading “Wildflowers”

Hesitation

Art is a man’s nature; nature is God’s art. —Philip James Bailey I would paint this delicate, blush-tipped morning rose,  choose hues to hint at the satin-sheen edges of curved petals,  but I fear the yellow  will be too bold, the pink overshadowing — How can I translate such rare and nuanced beauty?   —C.L.Continue reading “Hesitation”

Hues

I find myself in these  merging blues, in magenta blooms, in a wash of yellow, in green grasses and flower-flurried meadows, in the tiny feathers of a hummingbird. —C.L. Fisher, Dec. 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

Hued Memories

I’ve been dreaming in florals, swirling petals, long and elegant stems that sway in some far away garden, hints of darkened blossoms  taking shape, hued memory awakening me to paint. —C.L. Fisher, September 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributedContinue reading “Hued Memories”

On Watercolor Faces

Choose a color, some hue  that speaks of your mood or reminiscent of a bloom you passed on an afternoon  walk, the fragrance and beauty still shading your mind and just begin the shape of an eye or lips, continue  until a person emerges, just enough of a face to satisfy, and allow  the watercolorsContinue reading “On Watercolor Faces”

Clarity

“I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.”  ― Vincent Van Gogh Van Gogh knew  the value of blue,  the gift of sunny blooms, the elegant, refracted texture of light  — and IContinue reading “Clarity”