Two things that I love to do are garden and paint. The flowers in my Dad’s garden are amazing. I often find them the subject matter of my watercolor paintings. When I am painting something unexpected always appears on the paper. Sometimes the colors I use are light and bright, yet other times the colors are not so cheery. This particular piece has many layers, much like my moods. When the seasons change it definitely affects me, but I find less frequently as I get older. Complimentary colors can decorate a flower and look magnificent in nature. Yet with a brush in my hand those colors can quickly become all mixed up and obscure with a dim headiness, not individually identifiable, but layered and yet beautiful. I think this painting reflects the state of mind and the feelings that I experience when there are less hours of sunlight in the day. In this particular painting, the Bearded Irises are downscaled to a much smaller size than I normally paint. I used significantly more water on this piece, and while exploring the effects of the water it, like an uncontrollable force, took over. The flowers in my father’s garden bloom, grow, wither, and die. Their colors don’t last long or stay the same, they are ever changing just like me.