Sketch of the Week

Spring in Roswell, I've discovered, equates to enthusiastic wind gusts and dust storms, but it also entails the blooming of flowers, including the diaphanous yet robustly dramatic iris. I always enjoy drawing these flowers, as their sweeping, curving petals and stems make for sinuous compositions.

The Museum perimeter features clusters of iris, so one evening after work I walked down to draw them:

As I was preparing to leave afterwards, a morning sphinx flitted by to sup on some flower nectar. I had already put away my drawing tools, so I didn't sketch it. I didn't mind not drawing it; sometimes it's better to just watch and relish the moment.

There's an iris farm in the Hondo that I intend to visit soon, so consider this a preview.