Before the Deluge

Today, I kept thinking of that song by Jackson Browne to which I used to sing along in my naive youth. I called this post by that name because yesterday, before the deluge, before the disaster, the crash, the collapse of hope, I was still enjoying painting this still life of flowers in a vase from my Roseville collection.

The Roseville pattern here is "Columbine," which came in earth-tones like this one and also in blue-greens (I have a smaller vase with that color combo). The roses and asters and stalks of lavender are from what's left of my garden.

I would just like to say that roses are perhaps the hardest flowers to paint, with the possible exception of peonies, and although you wouldn't know it to look at them, I slaved over these for quite a long time! Asters are so much simpler, as is lavender.

I struggled with whether or not to add a "base" (a table-top, a longer shadow) under/behind the vase, but I really liked how the stencils were showing through the glaze of paint, so I made a smaller shadow than would probably be cast, but at least it "grounds" the vase.

"Columbine and Asters"—stencils, pencil, and acrylics on thin birch board, 12x16 inches.

Some of them were dreamers

And some of them were fools

Who were making plans and thinking of the future

With the energy of the innocent

They were gathering the tools

They would need to make their journey back to nature

While the sand slipped through the opening

And their hands reached for the gold ring

With their hearts they turned to each other's hearts for refuge

In the troubled years that came before the deluge.