Viburnum or all the colors of white in a bouquet

Viburnum, more accurately the snow ball bush, is among the spring bloomers in the garden. Each year I can hardly wait for its round blossoms in form of small snow balls. Odorless, they would appear almost apple green at the beginning and day by day they turn more and more white. It can be the spring summer light, of their botanical properties, I don’t know, but the viburnum blossoms finally turn out crisp white, like snow, contrasting the blue April or May skies. Even the end of blossoming period is spectacular, milliards of small white patches cover the grass beneath the bush, appearing as fresh snow falling down from nowhere.

My Viburnum bouquet painting is just one more from the painting series “From my window”. For as new blossoms appear in the garden I have to pick them for a vase, just to take the bouquet to my painting studio. And later I always find myself painting them. Which I love doing, I have to admit. Especially as it turns out it is not just still life painting depicting nature morte per se. No, on the contrary, it always is much more. Basically it appears to be a sort of a visual diary, mirroring the feelings of the day. There are days when skies seem dark blue, there are days when sky appears almost greenish and there are days with small white cumulus-es over the almost turquoise painted sky. And always all those colors reflect to color the flowers on my table near the window. Which is rather interesting as it’s always been assumed blossoming flowers have their own colors. Yes, they do, to a certain extent, but majority of colors painting a bouquet would always come from the sky and from the sun and from the greenery of the hills seen from my window. Which all, consequently appear to be the colors of the mood of the day. So you can see all those colors in my painting Viburnum. Crisp white blossoms resembling snow balls are white, yes. But they are also extremely full of colors, colors of the sky, garden, hills. Just all the colors I love so much I have to paint them day after day. For the world is a miracle to see!