is a painting that equaled the preconceived image in my mind. That rarely happens, as I usually don't have such a clear image of my goal....I am a wanderer, I'm afraid. Each autumn, I clip a few of these papery spent blooms for my front door wreath....they are so very beautiful.....they make my heart sing. I planned to oppose these light papery things with a hard glass jar....polar opposite textures. Two sessions were spent in painting the image monochromatically with raw umber. My new tube of this hue is by Daniel Smith. I have found it to be more brown than the more yellowy hue by Winsor and Newton that had been on my palette for years. Whites were held for most of the progress....more than you see here. The last session was spent in glazing and dropping color onto the forms....lightly, very very lightly. On the blooms, the color was absorbed off after a few minutes with a paper towel. The pattern of the darkest darks was laid in last of all, including the small pockets of dark within the blooms. The painting was then fine-tuned to my liking. I am pleased.