We’ve been waiting an entire year for the perfect peach… and these did not disappoint. Juicy, firm, sweet… in a word, peachy. I stood at the Farmer’s Market on Saturday, talking to the pie lady, and realized that I was actually petting the peaches as they sat proudly on their little tray… she laughed like she didn’t believe me when I said I was going home to paint them before I ate them. She said there had been more than one child with peach juice dripping off the chin being dunked in the nearby fountain for a quick clean-up that morning. Her pies were delicious, too. For me, the perfect shopping trip: potato bread, peaches, corn, and a berry pie. The four summer food groups!
This sketch turned out to be more watercolor than anything else. If I had it to do over, I would leave a little more of a glowing fuzzy edge to try to capture the peach fuzz, and I would be more careful with the perpsective on the table cloth stripes… but I can’t do it over, because the peaches are history!