Acrylic on paper, 22″x30″
I lived on an interesting farm once that was smack in the middle of suburbia. It was the last standing big farm that had refused to sell out. There was a nice pond, goats and peacocks and a ton of flower beds. One Easter morning I got up early and picked the most striking, deep purple tulips for my Easter dinner table. Everyone commented on the color of my purple Easter tulips.