Last weekend's Botanical Garden's event featured the glorious blooming orchid room and the Orchid Society Show.
Leading up to this event, the orchids have been casually unfolding from balls and ovals and even zigzag bundles from their host of strap leaves and air roots. Otherwise unremarkable plants have become riots of color, and each week we painters spent time checking out the buds and new colors.
I had worked at a popular florist when all women wore gaudy corsages for Easter so it was the biggest work weekend with hours right through the night. Everyone's Mom & Grandma needed to have a color coordinated flower and bow on their Easter finery.
This cattleya puts the smaller cymbidiums and phalaenopsis to shame by its sheer size, as a corsage it was a favorite but I never understood why the big flopping petals that reached halfway across any women's outfit was so popular, in those days the color to wear was purple.
For me, sitting in the orchid room with these screaming yellow flowers for a morning of mark making was wonderful!
Not My Corsage, pastel 9.5x12.5 2011
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