A for amaryllis. I've always had a difficult time photographing amaryllis. Which side? How close? Against which background? Lighting? As it turned out I shouldn't have hesitated because once I have the flower captured digitally I can PSE manipulate forever. The first bloom is dying just as the second one is about to burst open. What a gift!
So, where have I been? Not having fun or creating any art, sadly. Lately, I feel as if the triple whammy of Alzheimer's, kidney failure, and FM is all there is to life. Last night I nearly had a good laugh over the absurdity of all of the problem solving I've had to deal with over the last few weeks, after all if one looks at life in a non-serious way it's laughable. Why is everything so dramatic and serious? It's more of a feeling that I was struck with, one I can't explain, but I think that the joke is on us for thinking that so many things are important when they aren't. That was my epiphany last night that was instantly broken when Stacy climbed into bed with me after yet another seizure.
Quote: As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. ~John Fitzgerald KennedyThanksgiving was never meant to be shut up in a single day. ~Robert Caspar Lintner
Being that I was so long-winded yesterday I thought I'd just post a quick one today. There isn't a paint on the market that duplicates the color of rust, at least I've never found one. For the background on this assemblage I dipped a wet brush into rust dust that had settled on the bottom of a metal lid and dabbed it onto the textured canvas.
The amaryllis in the digital collage below lasted over a week before dying. Happily, the next bloom on the plant is just about ready to burst forth. Elegance in its purest form!
