My most recent tulip painting reminds me that I first started painting tulips because they were my daughter Cate's favorite flower while she was growing up. We lived in Minnesota then. Tulips were the first sign of Spring. Their stems would burst through the icy ground, sometimes still snow covered. The tulip buds would blossom like a song happy to be sung.
Over the years I've painted many tulip garden paintings and still they remind me of the hope of Spring and my daughter's love. Mother's Day is coming soon and my thoughts turn to mothers everywhere. My Mother has a gallery of my tulip paintings as well. I guess for me, tulips and Mothers go hand in hand.
