I have been outside and painting flowers and woodland areas recently.  On a visit to the marina I forsake the bay and trees for this simple plant:  the thistle.  The wind was wildly scattering its fluff and the other two unopened buds were taking note.  The air was warm and the sun was low in the sky.  An excellent day painting.  There were many of these spiny thistles marking the changes in the weather and this one reached out and grabbed me. I love the ethereal qualities of this plant:  it will soon be gone just like millions of thistles before it.

Thistle   24 x 18


24 x 18

acrylic on paper


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