I’m a clueless botanical illustrator. There is not a flower on earth I can name. I stroll around the garden and say stuff like, “maybe I’ll draw that thing.” This one was so big and heavy that it was bent over and resting on the ground. I didn’t think it would last another day so I clipped it and stuck in a homemade vase. I found out it was a hydrangea days after I drew it. Made me feel a little smarter. Because it has rained more than any time in history this summer, there were mosquitoes everywhere. They were no match for my zen buddhist, meditating, concentrating, empty-headed focus while I drew.
