I love Forsythia as it burst out of corners and the middle of fields with the abandon of new life. One of my pet peeves is the way some gardeners insist on creating balls of yellow instead of letting Forsythia do its thing in the Spring. There is plenty of time to trim it after it blooms and let it grow naturally all summer so it can really "spring" at the end of winter. Here is an oil painting from a few years back when St. Joe's did not trim their Forsythia at the wrong time. Since then they have consistently created tame hedges of thwarted life instead.
I tried to no avail, at least so far, to create a water color of Forsythia. Four paintings in the trash so far but I will try again. This serendipitous approach is fun but hazardous.
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