Scilla mischtschenkoana

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
its loveliness increases; it will never
pass into nothingness; but still will keep
a bower quiet for us, and a sleep
full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
(John Keats, Endymion)

I always get a huge pleasure from drawing small, unspectacular flowers, like those you barely see through the pastures. It`s probably the joy of discover them, their delicate structure, once I look at them closer, and their astonishing details. The one drawn here has silvery blue anthers of most intriguing shapes against pure white petals, stained on the back with patches of blue-purple colour, that remind me of the shades on snow in the winter.

Scilla mischtschenkoana, 2019
Watercolour and ink on paper

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