“How to paint flowers in watercolors” is not a favourite book title in my world – I´m not really into this botanical thing. Sure, flowers are great, I like having them around, I just don´t draw them very often.
Now, this rose is another story. It grows right outside the door of our apartment building. We are in the midst of a big renovation (yes, I know I mentioned it like a hundred years ago and they´re still working on it) and our apartment is finished but outside still looks like a dump.
In the middle of all that junk and dust and noise and ugliness, just to the left when you exit our building, there´s a tiny part of a flower bed that survived excavators and cranes and ladders and rough boots. And right there, a few inches from the door, is this grand yellow rose. It´s been shining there for quite some time now, it even survived the roe deers that tend to come around early mornings to eat rosebuds.
It got to me. How could I not sit down in front of this fighter and draw it?