Take Flight Purple Pansies
by Nancy Medina
Palette Knife/Oil on Gallery Wrap Canvas
My winter garden is a bit meager, but a few pansies are determined to make their appearance and have survived two small snowfalls. I love their whimsical, ruffley edges. I began this painting with a completely transparent underpainting in yellows and greens, and then built my clay pot with Transparent Oxide Red. I used my dry paper towel to lift out highlight areas, and then shaped the pansies with brush and palette knife. The last step was laying in the bright opaque greens and the blue sky peeping through to give the flowers light and air. After a day with overcast gray skies, it felt like time for some bright color!
Tomorrow I head back to East Texas to stay with Mom for a bit. She has been sleeping well, which is a relief, and her appetite still seems to be good. Her doctor told us she has three to four weeks, but I know my mother, and whatever she decides and sets her mind to is what will actually occur. The same day this prognosis was delivered, Mom decided she wanted to come home from the hospital. She grabbed her walker and began marching around the hospital bed, making sure we could all see how strong she was. We brought her home that evening, and hospice came a few days later to guide us on the next part of the journey.
On the first day the Hospice nurse's aid arrived, she told Mom about her family, shared that she grew up right there in the same community, and asked if there was anything she could do to help. Mom said, "Nothing much..." She noticed that Mom's legs were dry, and asked if she could put some lotion on them. When Mom agreed that would be alright, she knelt at Mom's feet, gently rubbed lotion on Mom's legs, removed her socks, and rubbed lotion on her feet, all the while telling my Mother about her family and the restaurant they once owned in a neighboring town. My heart clutched at the sight of this kind young woman, kneeling before my Mother, giving her comfort. The world is filled with strong people of all shapes and sizes. She was a small woman in her 30s, but I am quite certain I had just met one of the strongest people I shall ever know.
The pansy models take a bow from their back porch stage!