When I painted this in May and June, the lupins and iris were in full bloom. Their arrival always feels miraculous to me. How is it that such beautiful, delicate petals can appear after a season of snow and ice?

I tried to create a painting where the viewer could step in and become one with the flowers. If you look closely, you’ll see figures of people walking away. Do they know that we, the viewer, are lingering in the garden?

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