I find painting roses or any vase of flowers challenging. It is not the technical aspect of the painting of them but the reality of trying to get through the gazillion painted translations that overlay what I see right in front of me with my own eyes. I do not seem to have this same driving need to remove internalized filters when I am painting our west coast landscapes. They are somehow so much more my own and the language of the landscape and my own are much more direct and mutually understood. These roses I had to observe with much more attention to keep the visual memories of the middle painters from telling me what they were saying. I am not sure I succeeded but I certainly enjoyed trying.