Daffodils in a Crystal Vase
Oil on linen over board
My partner Dale, on her way home from her Tai-Kwon-doh training, stopped the car in the middle of the night when she spotted these daffs growing in a paddock, and groped around in the dark for them in her whiter than white uniform, that I disparagingly call her pyjamas. She went to such an effort to get them for me to paint, that I felt obliged to paint them, even though they are the difficult ruffled type of bloom. I find their joyfulness a bit frenetic actually. A bit like Dale herself ..