I came home this afternoon and found an invitation to an art gallery opening in my mailbox. It was for an exhibit of the work of Mary Comber Miles - work I love. She's spent most of her long life painting water color botanicals - flowers and plants in a precise elegant way that's distinctively her own.
These paintings remind me of those beautiful Victorian books of plants, faeries, architectural details, the amazing paintings of birds by Audobon. They feel timeless yet also of their time.
The exhibit opens next Wednesday and I'm going to be there. A whole room of perfectly detailed and accurate paintings and a chance to meet the artist. Who could resist?