A cluster of delicate, but hardy, lavender asters draw the eye to forest floors, grassy fields and even gravel surfaces near the dirt roads of Colorado, with a wild, gestural beauty. One of my all-time favorite flowers, the aster is a wild creature, best seen, and painted near a stand of aspen trees, as autumn approaches in the Rocky Mountains, or mid-summer or earlier at higher elevations.
This painting was done en plein air, in just such a gorgeous setting, and thus has a loose, brushstroke quality reminiscent of sumi-e style or asian influenced art that I find so mesmerizing.
If their small but insistent loveliness were not enough, these flowers also bring for me, memories of some of my favorite childhood moments playing at my Grammy's rustic cabin where cranking the old victrola produced polkas, pumping hard and long produced cold, clear water, and cooking was done on a wood stove. My Grammy taught me the names of flowers, on long walks, taught me, even more, to notice...