Tulip Studies

I'm supposed to be starting a painting right now, but it's not coming to me, so instead I'm randomly taking pictures of things around the house. Last year for IB art, I did a study on tulips. To quote myself: "I love the way the colours bleed into each other, the warm way in which the whites and yellows blend with the reds or purples, depending on the flower." Completely meaningless gibber-jabber. Looking back, I can't believe how much BS went into my sketchbook--we were supposed to reflect on everything we did, which is great (I suppose) in developing a critical and reflective eye, but what if I don't have a reason for everything? Maybe I just appreciate tulips, and that appreciation is really more of an emotional reaction, something that can hardly be put into words? Some things aren't meant to be articulated, but rather felt. That's how I prefer to appreciate some things--like art and nature (although the two are pretty much interchangeable)--as an abstract stream of emotions. So here are a few tulip pictures. I like them for their colour, for the way the light reflects off the petals, for the minute details you can hardly catch with a naked eye. Sorry, no deeper meaning...