Initially I was most interested in the perfection of bud, flower and emerging leaves. Slowly I began to see the extraordinary beauty in the entire life cycle of each plant and by closely observing this cycle, the next step was to record aspects of this transition from new born radiance to the exquisiteness of old age.
And so I found that the newly opened rose was as beautiful as the dying flower, the plumply fecund pomegranate as magical as the split fruit with its reddish/pink seeds.
It is very true that there is “perfection” to be found within “imperfection”, for as a plant begins to near the end of life, it often reveals itself in a subtly changed form, and becomes once more a subject of supreme beauty. Thus the wrinkled translucent skin of an onion past its prime is as exciting and irresistible to look at as its younger counterpart with those thrilling milky grey-green leaves and plump fresh roots.
As I grew more discerning as a painter, my creative imagination became caught by such ordinary subjects. Of course, not “ordinary” at all. It is rare for people to see the beauty of a beetroot for example, but once set on paper, I find people are fascinated by the complexity and jewel-like quality of such every day plants. It is often in the quite ordinary, humble subject that we as painters and viewers stumble upon the extraordinary. Nature, indeed, needs no embellishment.