Many a night I lay by my little boy’s side reading books, giggling, and laying still preparing for sleep.
I look around at all the strange colors that make up his room. It was never my intent to put nacho cheese orange against brown, red, pink and emerald-green. They were remnants from room’s past yet somehow, it all works.
Then there’s the purple shamrock or oxalis plant. It’s such a funky plant. It is eggplant purple with triangle-shaped leaves. As an artist, does it get better than that? Yellow and purple are compliments on the color wheel. No wonder I love how they vibrate against each other. I planted it, but I can’t say I consciously thought of that.
So as I lay looking out at this very scene, rubbing my boy’s head watching him enter the realm of tranquility, I thought to myself, all of these colors and shapes have the potential for a lovely painting. The lamp mimics the shape of the bowl creating a terrific negative space. There are straight lines running parallel while the plant provides organic lines. The pillows have a wonderful graphic punch and all of the browns give me a melancholy feel.
I kissed my boy on his forehead, turned out the light, and new what my next painting would be.