Brook & Bramble Art

Another miniature, another small win.

This one didn’t quite go to plan (really, I hear you sigh) the flowers don’t really fit. They spill and lean and jostle for space like they arrived early and refused to wait their turn. Compositionally, it’s questionable. Sensibly, they should probably be smaller, calmer, better behaved.

There’s a looseness here that I didn’t intend but don’t regret. The bouquet feels a bit overenthusiastic, bursting out of its little jar with more confidence than the container can reasonably handle. The colours stayed soft, the lines didn’t bully the paint, and I stopped before the urge to “just fix one more thing” could take hold.

Miniatures continue to surprise me like that. They allow just enough room to play without spiralling. Enough space to suggest rather than explain. This one won’t win any awards for balance or precision, but it has its own quiet charm, the kind that doesn’t announce itself, but grows on you the longer you look.

It’s another reminder that not everything needs to fit perfectly to feel right. Sometimes a painting can be a little awkward, a little off, and still be worth keeping.

Mini-successes count.