Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer
of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I try to book my painting time around the fleeting May blooms. Forsythia waits for no one and I was at her beck and call.
May, oil / cold wax on canvas, 12x48in, copyright Jan Yates 2014
This lovely plant grow with great abundance here in the highlands. You have really captured the essence of this fine plant.
ReplyDeleteThe lovely forsythia...finally some colour arrives to this brown grey landscape. Love the painting.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite spring blossoms. Lovely renderings of these fleeting beauties.
ReplyDeleteYou captured the forsythia....lovely!
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