watercolor on paper
8″ x 10″
(11″ x 14″ framed)
When was the last time you took a bite of a truly ripe, juicy peach, the kind with the thin layer of fuzz on the exterior and the really peachy aroma and flavor?
Sadly, you would not have had this experience if your only source of peaches were the supermarket aisles.
Indeed, the only way to experience this is to find a farmer’s market, during that all-too-brief window between late July and early September, when peaches are in season (at least in our area). The fuzzy feel and the smell of tangy-sweet peachiness tell you that this is the real deal, not some factory-farmed baseball that comes bouncing into a bin at Giant.
For all the sad months of the year when peaches aren’t in season, I painted this, to tide me over until the next harvest. I can imagine I’m in the middle of a peach orchard at the height of summer, and for a moment, my soul can feel the warmth of it.