I found a geranium growing by itself in a small patch of dirt along a curbside in Alameda on a recent sunny bike ride. Nothing else there, and it seemed so sturdy and cheerful. Geraniums are a bit of a nemesis, art-wise. I’ve made a number of attempts at capturing their brightness and hues. They have this nutty, wonderful smell that is nothing like any flower I know, and since they love the climate here, I’ve been around them all my life. I kept this painting simple, and it was my 3rd or 4th pass at this bright red-pink composition. It’s so lovely to enjoy this spring weather.
8″ x 5″ watercolor, pen on paper = $50