This image came to me in a hurry, and I tried to keep it simple and as hot as it felt. The photo does not do justice to the nearly fluorescent orange (a craving I can never fully satisfy). This is how nasturtiums hit me; they are one of the few flowers on earth that approach my Platonic perfection of “orange” and I love their weird open shape. You can look through a nasturtium’s center.
You can also eat the blossoms, which feels deliciously sinful, all that extravagant beauty going into my mouth - and then the nasturtium bites back, with peppery heat.
18 x 24 inches, watercolor and Prismacolors on Arches watercolor paper.