'WATERMELON SNOW' (110x110cm, acrylic on canvas, white wood framed, 2024)
Every Spring I paint the blossom in turquoise skies. The way I paint it changes - sometimes more abstract, sometimes more realistic. But the paintings are always anchored by the pinks and turquoises and whites of the floating candy floss flowers.
After 48 hours or so, the fallen apple blossom gets stomped and bruised. But until then, the dark and light pink petals fall and settle like pink snow against a turquoise sky. This painting celebrates that brief, soft, fall - ‘like hours that float idly down’ (William Carlos Williams).
‘And so the spring buds burst and so I gaze
And so the blossoms fall and so my days’
- Onitsura
Every Spring I paint the blossom in turquoise skies. The way I paint it changes - sometimes more abstract, sometimes more realistic. But the paintings are always anchored by the pinks and turquoises and whites of the floating candy floss flowers.
After 48 hours or so, the fallen apple blossom gets stomped and bruised. But until then, the dark and light pink petals fall and settle like pink snow against a turquoise sky. This painting celebrates that brief, soft, fall - ‘like hours that float idly down’ (William Carlos Williams).
‘And so the spring buds burst and so I gaze
And so the blossoms fall and so my days’
- Onitsura
Every Spring I paint the blossom in turquoise skies. The way I paint it changes - sometimes more abstract, sometimes more realistic. But the paintings are always anchored by the pinks and turquoises and whites of the floating candy floss flowers.
After 48 hours or so, the fallen apple blossom gets stomped and bruised. But until then, the dark and light pink petals fall and settle like pink snow against a turquoise sky. This painting celebrates that brief, soft, fall - ‘like hours that float idly down’ (William Carlos Williams).
‘And so the spring buds burst and so I gaze
And so the blossoms fall and so my days’
- Onitsura