Painting under a tree—
Red-orange, pink, deep yellow blooms waving below: Peruvian Lilies.
Yes, they really must be a type of lily. They have the obvious lily stems: substantial and longish and with alternate thin leaves. Alstroemeria.
I was inspired.
All the artists, my friends who actually paint on site, are gone now, finished with lunch, finished with their fully completed artworks.
I only draw.
Chinese folks talk excitedly, stop to see my sketch, use long-lens cameras to shoot photos, of what?
A worker finds a snake and tells them with halting words, both sides of the conversation struggling to communicate in English.
The master gardener works quietly nearby, snipping spent leaves . . .
She tells me that few people see the beauty she shapes; not so many visit now. But, she planned and planted here and lovingly waters transplants by hand.
I go through the garden again; my real camera broken, I use my cell’s.
So many lovely vistas of fountained plazas, charming nooks of Mission-style architecture, window boxes of red trailing geraniums, fragrant white roses climbing an arbor, a low rustic slat fence catching the sun under magnolia trees keeping in blue hydrangeas, a tiny shop with just-right jewelry, and appropriately, an art gallery.
Every view, a watercolor waiting to become, and I have sketches of them too, to paint someday.
But this day, the colorful lilies are what I want to capture, and the tree of course. There must always be a tree. And so I draw in color: red-orange, pink, deep yellow.
Patricia Nojima May 29, 2012