Painting in a flurry of brushstrokes.

My paint brush is on speed dial.  I have been trying to paint as fast as I can when the combination of light and flowers is peaking.  Every day things grow and die but the emphasis is on growth.  Each painting gets at least an hour as the light is perfect and then I switch paintings.

The garden is a metaphor for life and like the flowers, it doesn't last long.  I found out my Aunt Lorraine died today.  It seemed like only yesterday she was sending us coconut treats from Florida (we were kids and loved that candy).

Bukowski Painting- A Rough Start

William Bukowski

Sibley Park

30" X 40"

Oil on Linen

So far I've decided to call this one "a rough start" at least so far.....  I am looking into a full garden with flowers changing and growing every day.  The light changes in minutes, it is hot with the sun shining right in my face.  It is extremely challenging.  Sometimes it is very annoying when this kind of painting is written off as out-dated and old fashioned.  The process is very alive.  It is not as easy as the end results would suggest.

I do feel privileged to be standing in a park staring at little brushstrokes blowing in the breeze. Sometimes the hardest thing is to be patient and let the painting paint itself.

Bukowski Painting- Another Brushstoke Bouquet

William Bukowski

oil on linen

18" X 24"

Brushstroke Bouquet

This is a smaller work that has some of the key ingredients of my current imagery.  It has the natural light of summer, it has full blooming gardens and it has a nice vocabulary of brushstrokes.  I have be patient for the real garden to bloom but the weather in Mankato has been horrible and I think the full summer bloom may be a little late this year.