Sometimes you stumble onto a place that simply radiates joy. Walking through a street in Philadelphia, I came across this storefront draped in brilliant fuchsia blooms, spilling over a bright blue frame.
Flowers have always spoken to me in this dramatic way -- unexpected, alive, insistent on being noticed. It's the same feeling that pulls me back to my watercolor paper, brush in hand, tracing petals and stems, trying to capture that fleeting mix of delicacy and strength.
This little shopfront reminded me why I draw them: because flowers are both wild and composed, ordinary and miraculous. They soften brick and concrete, they brighten gray skies, and they remind us to pause. On that walk in Philly, the flowers on that storefront did exactly that.
