#botanical art
Bellflowers, gouache on paper
I feel like I’m waking up from a long dream. Maybe it’s late for snowdrops, even here, but I’ve always been a late bloomer, and that’s ok. I’m struggling to re-integrate in a world that’s hostile to so many of us, and sometimes it makes me want to give up.
But at the same time, I’m learning so much about myself and my trauma responses, both old and new. Sometimes from difficult interactions I wish never happened. And sometimes from surprising moments of tenderness where I’d forgotten to expect that.
Last year, I was lost. This year, I think I might bloom.
[Image ID: Photograph of a watercolor painting on a desk surrounded by painting supplies. The painting shows snowdrops emerging from the melting snow. Most of the flowers are closed, but some are blooming.]
It’s never too late to bloom
botober day 28: “botanical plate tectonics”
Botanicals (2021)
It’s autumn! Studies of conkers (horse chestnut tree - Aesculus hippocastanum) done from life using gouache.
The name ‘horse chestnut’ is misleading as conkers are poisonous and are not even in the same family of plants as edible chestnuts. Horse chestnuts are actually in the same family as trees such as maples, lychees and rambutans!
Datura stramonium, otherwise known as jimsonweed, thorn apple, devil’s snare, or devil’s trumpet, is a flowering plant in the deadly nightshade family. Flowering primarily during the summer, the delicate, fragrant flowers open at night to be fed on by nocturnal moths.
While beautiful, every part of the plant contains potentially fatal levels of alkaloid toxins classified as deliriants, the ingestion of which can cause uncomfortable psychoactive effects, along with hallucination, bizarre behavior, hyperthermia, and tachycardia. Risk of fatal overdose is high among the uninformed.
Proud to finally post this, after 18 hours of agonizing over it! Jimsonweed is my favorite flower, it grew around the farm where I grew up, and I used to love going out in the evening at twilight to smell the flowers as they opened up. It’s true, their scent is sweet, and the flowers feel very delicate. The horses and cattle wouldn’t touch them.
I felt they represented Gríma and his false niceties very well!