Painting #14 - Hydrangea in Blue Jar
5" x 7"
Oil on Canvasboard
SOLD
Hydrangeas
abound in the Pacific Northwest. White, pink, blue, purple, a veritable
explosion of color. I think it's a question of the pH balance in the
soil. In Minnesota, hydrangeas were few and far between, and they were
invariably white. Angela, growing up in the Pacific Northwest, was quite
fond of hydrangeas, and so we did our best to grow one in Minnesota. We
were able to, over time coax a single hydrangea bush out of the ground
in front of our house. And every summer, like clockwork, after the first
thunderstorm at the end of May, it would look like a 16-ton safe had
been dropped on it. Trying to tie up the smashed stalks to approximate
and actual living thing became an annual tradition for us. It always
ended up looking like what would have happened if Frankenstein had been a
botanist instead of a medical doctor, but it was OUR hydrangea. It was
perfect, and to us it existed in that magical time in late May in
Minnesota, after the snow banks had finally receded, and before the
violent thunderstorms and robin-sized mosquitoes took up residence.
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