8" x 8"
Oil on wrapped canvas
The light was magnificent on the furls and folds of this hot pink pansy the day I stopped to catch my breath at the top of the mountain in Winter Park. Oil painter, Karen Vance had loaned me her ski lift medallion, so I went as high as I could without fainting, for lack of oxygen. Who knew that pansies grow where humans dare to breathe?
It was August, the light really was great for capturing what I did on this beauty. When I paint pansies, I always want to pant, I mean paint more.
Thanks for hiking by here today.