Aahh… flower-swiping. My participation in criminal activity, and no, I have not yet become an old woman klepto, though as a 13-year old I had a brief shoplifting career stealing cheap jewelry from Woolworth’s in Corte Madera.
Bright yellow blooms after such a wet winter are all joy, and there’s a large bush of flowers outside my marina that has fluffy, loose, humble blooms that are not stuck-up like roses or orchids. Though after painting these, and several passes at freesias, I’m a bit yellowed-out and may seek out more dilapidated, rusty old buildings. Spring flowers are impossibly cheery and I love having them in my kitchen windowsill which gets oodles of sun.
8″ x 5″ watercolor, pen on paper = $50