Well, it's springtime here and the poor thing needed a name, right? Made quite ad hoc without wanting to paint anything really. And the piece by Stravinsky (my favourite rendering is the one by Bernstein, who had a feeling for its exquisite rawness) was the perfect thing to have in my ears while painting it; "Rites" is sort of my Angry Music. One prefers to paint out of happiness and joy, I suppose; sugar spice and all things nice. If one can't, one has to paint rather like greeting cards from the Dark Side. We have no choice.
Aforesaid unwillingness might have caused the bloodied scalpel in the top of the "flower" (here as seen during work, you can see that the rest was only planned in coarse outlines):
The leaves were, in the midst of this painter's anhedonia, allowed to take on whatever weird shape that they wanted, as long as they were there.
Further down, one might also note that the ash-brown leaf doesn't bother to go all the way down into the glass really. It still worked with the image (the glass turned out rather well, don't you think?) and honestly, would you notice this if I had not told you so? There you are.
Finally, I made that little ground reflection from the glass that you see in the first picture (overview, top). I could not be bothered with a background, so that would have to do to save the object from floating in space. Voilà, yet another painting from Mr. Ceder...
