Sheryl Pape

Iris In the Sunlight

Iris In the Sunlight

The first of a series of large watercolour Iris paintings. 
This Iris was a black velvet colour until the sun shone through the delicate petals and transformed the deep dark colours to stunningly bright magenta and blue.

Iris in the Sunlight LowRes 1
Iris in the Sunlight LowRes 1

Jane Austen Garden

There is but one part of my conduct in the whole affair on which I do not reflect with satisfaction; it is that I condescended to adopt the measures of art so far as to conceal from him your sister’s being in town. Nay, when I read a letter of his, I cannot help giving him the preference even over Wickham, much as I value the impudence and hypocrisy of my son-in-law. Compared with some families, I believe we were; but such of us as wished to learn never wanted the means. I should not be surprised if he were to give it up as soon as any eligible purchase offers. Pray do not talk of that odious man. You will be having a charming mother-in-law, indeed; and, of course, she will always be at Pemberley with you. Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing, after all. No I have not forgotten him; but I have nothing satisfactory to tell you. Ignorant as you previously were of everything concerning either, detection could not be in your power, and suspicion certainly not in your inclination. I shall tell Colonel Forster it will be quite a shame if he does not. I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this–though I have never liked him. She is on her road somewhere, I dare say, and so, passing through Meryton, thought she might as well call on you. Will you come and see me? I do assure you, sir, that I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the form of encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as to convince you of its being one. But he found, in reply to this question, that Wickham still cherished the hope of more effectually making his fortune by marriage in some other country. My dear Mr. Bennet have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last? Oh, yes! They left Brighton together on Sunday night, and were traced almost to London, but not beyond; they are certainly not gone to Scotland. You are all kindness, madam; but I believe we must abide by our original plan. I believe she did–and I am sure she could not have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful object.