I planted a variety of sunflower seeds this year. I was determined to have a field of flowers so I could paint them and pretend that I was a modern-day Van Gogh. Mother nature must have been onto my lofty plans because she decided to make sure my field of gold was only a couple of plants. More like a spot of gold. She did a really good job of making sure my artistic dreams were put off for at least one more year.
I grew exactly one giant sunflower this summer and two little wispy sunflower plants that got beaten to the ground by a light rain. The survival of the fittest theory could not have been more clearly illustrated than it was on that day. I could complain extensively, but since I am trying to be an optimist, I decided, instead, to make the most of the one sunflower I had been given. So, I photographed this giant sunflower until it begged for mercy. Seriously, if my camera had a flash going off this poor flower would have faded to a pale yellow by now. I have pictures from every angle.
I even discovered a praying mantis who soon became the main subject of my photography (and Jim’s).
Hopefully, I’ll have something to paint this fall, even if it isn’t a field of gold! One giant sunflower might be all I need after all. I’ll just have to paint it from multiple perspectives and with or without a praying mantis (also from multiple perspectives). If not, I can always fall back on the Starry Night, right? I’ll be the modern day Van Gogh one way or another, at least in my own mind.