Eventually I sat down to paint these pink/orange roses, pretty much out of exhaustion. Some days are like that--an attack of indecisiveness. An hour into the painting, I began to regret my choice. The flowers slowly changed their forms before my eyes as the sun got higher! Instead of panicking, I decided to relax and just enjoy the beautiful weather. If the painting didn't turn out well, what did it matter? Unlike the day before, bees, not a snake, kept me company. Occasionally, park visitors stopped by to take a picture of me and roses. I spent three lovely hours in the midst of roses.
When I came home, I printed out the photo of my models and worked on the problem areas right away since the paint was still wet. I doubt that I will go back to the rose garden soon, but I learned much that day about shadows on roses. With warm light, such as the sun, the shadows are generally cool; wtih cool light like the light from a north-facing window, shadows are warm; this rule, however, doesn't apply to roses because their petals are translucent. Do you know what? Some shadows were cool! I read art books religiously, but nothing beats practice. Painting from life in natural light for three consecutive days was a great gift to myself.