i have drawn a rose, but never a 'finished' drawing, and surely never a painting. it is only as of late that i have been brave enough to paint anything. i'm falling for it, and what better way to express my new love for painting than to paint a rose?
here she is . . .
i don't know how correct of a rose it is, or even if i did a decent job, but i kinda love it. does she need some flair? i am not definitely calling her done just yet.
these colors - red and blue - they are dear to me. it has to be this blue, and this red. not patriotic blue and red - bleck! caribbean blue and blood red. this is not the first time we have met.
it seems i have been searching these colors out for some time. i wonder if it is coincidence that this blue is my favorite color and this red is my husbands? ponder that.
i believe it is time to retreat back into season 6 of grey's anatomy and cleaning like a mad woman. my person is coming over tomorrow and i have missed her immensely, so i don't intend on getting much done other than heaps of catching up.