
In late spring, I emptied a bag of wildflower seeds into a mound of dirt I’d dug at the southeast corner of my house in rural Maryland. I raked the seeds into the soil, and it rained and rained. Green shoots began to come up, which eventually became zinnias, cosmos, marigolds, and even a lone poppy. The garden became a hive of activity. It attracted bumblebees, butterflies, humming birds, and goldfinches.
Though things were happening in the studio, the work was slow, and often tedious. I remembered the time I’d spent painting in my mother’s garden, and those experiences were now brought back to me with my own garden. Like many of my most important experiences, there was something serendipitous about this one, too. Though the garden had been planned, sort of, its blossoming into something vibrant, colorful, and alive hadn’t been.
There was another factor, my resistance. Art often needs a foil, and that was mine. If I gathered my materials and painted in the garden I’d be going against some unwritten, self-imposed rule.
Amazingly, my materials, watercolor tubes, brushes, watercolor blocks, enamel pans for palettes, an old aluminum easel, rag paper for stretching, boards to stretch the paper on, all the things I needed were in my studio. There was a straw hat and a long-sleeved shirt that I used to keep the sun off. Everything I needed to begin painting was waiting, as if for some unforeseen moment.
What are these about? They’re about what goes on in the artist’s head. They’re about thoughts and desires. They’re about taking a break from the studio. They’re about shortening the time between the thought and the action. It’s about being immersed in nature. They’re about desires and commitments. Maybe, they’re also about defiance, an artist insisting on freedom of expression even if it’s just found in painting a garden.


Below: Peter Crow, Rock Hall Summer #4, watercolor, graphite, 31′ x 21″, 9.22.25


Peter Crow, Rock Hall #5, watercolor, graphite, 36″ x 24′, 10.7.25

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