The Last Roses of the Season In A Vase on Monday

Just as the storm Darragh was starting to throw heavy winds on Friday I went out to pick the last rose buds. I didn't think they would come to anything, but just one day in on the Saturday they were starting to open.

I had booked myself if some time ago for a lesson in Botanic painting with Claire Corum at our local art gallery, and having paid a fairly hefty price, was waiting anxiously for a cancel or postpone email.  As it did not come, I ventured out making sure I didn't walk under any scaffolding etc.  I normally cycle into the centre but felt the gusts were too strong so walked. In the end there were just two students including myself who turned up, and the day went fast.  We studied and learnt how to take measurements to translate onto the page, then painting techniques, which include up to five layers of paint.  In just one day I could feel my powers of observation improve, and came home with some drafts as well as this painting of a sprig of mistletoe, which still need some more work which includes adding more layers of watercolour to build up depth richness in colour.

I could quite understand if you thought this was a vase from the summer, so here are the roses one day further on, taken in my kitchen against a slate serving platter.  The roses are a little more open on Sunday afternoon along with a couple of sprigs of mistletoe. I am sure you will recognise Roses Grace, Munstead Wood and Iceberg.

I am linking in with the creator of this weekly meme, who has fought on to post today despite serious connection issues.  Well done Cathy.