Gardens
Wasn't that where it all began?
What makes an artist or garden eccentric? To me, myself an eccentric,
being so means freedom, the openness to express a personal and individual point
of view without fear of being different—the very essence of being American,
actually.
Twenty summers hiking throughout the West eventually compelled me to leave
NYC's walled streets. Although I painted every
weekend in Central Park, New York City's largest garden, it was too polite,
too managed, too civilized. In 1992, I moved to the open fields and foothills
of Boulder to paint wilder, more exciting subject matter.
What could be better
than spending a day painting from life, working in a beautiful studio without
walls, one filled with warm sunshine, gentle breezes, and the chirps and
rustles of its beautiful—and perhaps odd and fascinating—subjects?
The unique personality of the beautiful gardens I have visited this year will
inspire a series of paintings, at this point only half-finished or lodged
momentarily at the idea stage. As the days grow short and the sun
shines low in the sky, I'll be working on those paintings— physically in my
studio, but in imagination and spirit I'll be in another season and another
space.
Bonnie Iris
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