This is not the first time I’ve painted a white begonia, in fact I painted the same plant the year previously. I don’t much care for white flowers, but there is something about this begonia. Maybe it is the way it appears dead until well into Spring before extruding a crinkled leaf. Maybe it’s the yellow centre, stained with pollen. Maybe the tragic blousey beauty of the flower. Maybe all three. You might spot a nod to Georgia O’Keeffe, but it was not intentional. I guess that it is difficult to paint the eroticism of flowers without her spirit attending.
If you like this painting you might also enjoy my previous painting of this begonia.