Iris by the Well
Acrylic on paper, 18″x24″
In May 1996, I went on a great trip to Italy. My friend was already there on business, so I flew over and met him in Siena. We rented a car, and from there headed south towards Montepulciano and Pienza. The only plan we had was to make our way over to Deruta in Umbria to buy pottery. We had no agenda along the way of where to go or stay. We got in the car each morning, looked at the map and decided where to go. By late afternoon, we would inquire locals about places to stay for the night. It was spontaneous travel at its best.
Everything in Europe is old, really old. This was a lovely, old, country home with original old walls, and an old well surrounded by purple and white iris. I naturally had to paint the iris by the well.