Roses III

...Just about to break off & shatter...I love all the beautiful colours of decay.....

"O Rose, thou art sick!
The Invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of Crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy."

[William Blake]

[Watercolour on Arches rag paper,border in Photoshop]