If artists were flowers…

I was in the grocery store over the weekend and wandered into the flower section. Maybe I’m just longing for spring, but the grocery store flowers all seemed to say, “pick me, pick me!” There were so many beautiful bouquets waiting for their escape out of the store. Every variety of flower looked glorious. Even the baby’s breath!

It got me thinking of the incredible variety of flowers and I realized artists are like flowers.  Each one is unique. A bouquet of all the same kind of flowers seems a bit boring. Even a bouquet of long stem roses. I would rather have a bouquet of all different kinds of flowers than just roses.

Thank God artists also come in an assortment of varieties!  So, if you were a flower, what kind of flower would you be?  Maybe you are like a rose? Do you paint classic subjects? Are you an established, classic artist? Maybe you excel in realism? Some artists are like zinnias with their bold use of color. Some are like the lilies of the valley- so fragile and tucked into shady areas, yet their paintings can fill a room with their presence like fragrance. Some painters are like morning glories. They reach for the sun and bloom in the golden hour. Some artists are like sunflowers. They grow all summer long and hit their stride as fall approaches; sunny, bright, and optimistic. Some artists are like impatiens. They want to bloom quickly. Maybe you’re a forget-me-not who just wants to be remembered for something. And all you wildflowers? You’re the plein air painters! Finding beauty everywhere, able to grow among the rocks and weeds. With Spring around the corner, I hope this post brightens your day. Now go treat yourself with a bouquet of sunshine!


Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time. Georgia O’Keeffe
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Every flower must grow through dirt.     

Laurie Jean Sennott


Lisa David daily painting

Travers, 6″ x 6″ Oil on Gesso Board

As a kid, I remember my Mom going to Saratoga Race Track with her girlfriends every summer. After dousing herself with Aqua Net and Jean Nate, she would pile in a gal pal’s car, and off they went, hats firmly secured! I can’t imagine them actually knowing anything about racing to make a “logical” bet…(think Lucille Ball), rather, I am sure they bet based on the horses names. Granted, Saratoga Race Track packs thousands to place bets each summer, but really, the best part of Saratoga is the people. And so I better get spraying my Aqua-Net…it’s off to the races!

So that’s Orange Hawkweed!

Orange Hawkweed, 6" x 6" Oil on gesso board

Orange Hawkweed, 6″ x 6″ Oil on gesso board

So that’s Orange Hawkweed!

I always loved these little orange flowers-I just never knew they had a name! Orange Hawkweed reminds me of stopping roadside in the Adirondacks. We stopped many a time when our car would overheat! It would reach sweltering temperatures inside so all the kids would jump out. We might play in the dirt with sticks or pick Orange Hawkweed. Never a dull moment!