
When someone looks at a painting with a plant in it, sooner or later the question comes: is this painted from life or from a photograph. The person asking usually assumes one of those answers is the better one. With plants it is not — a live model and a photograph give completely different information, and neither is enough on its own.
Less time than a painting takes. A cut poppy drops its petals within hours. A wild carrot umbel curls inwards the same day. A tulip in a warm room bends its stem and by evening shows a different profile than it did in the morning. A plant growing in soil holds out longer, but it turns towards the light and after two days it stands differently. For work that takes a week the model simply runs away — and that is the whole reason painters of plants have long reached for drawings, notes or photographs.
Three things a plant depends on. Scale — in a photograph everything is equally large, while in your hand you see the seed head is a centimetre across. Depth — the camera flattens the arrangement in which some stems stand in front of others and turns it into a drawing on one plane. And colour in shadow: the camera darkens it into a dirty grey, while the eye sees reflected light in there. So even with hundreds of photographs I take the plant in my hand and look at it against the light before I start painting.
Whatever refuses to hold still. A photograph fixes a seed head long enough to take it apart: to count the rays of an umbel, to see how a hair leaves the stem, to check which way a tendril turns. It also lets me go back to a plant in February, when it does not exist. My nature photographs began as material for painting, and only later turned out to be works in their own right.
I cut in the late afternoon, never in full heat, and put the stem in water at once — a hollow stem like wild carrot drinks better if it is cut at an angle under water. I set it so the light comes from one side and mark the position of the pot in pencil, because a model moved by a few centimetres is a different picture. Plants that have gone over and dried need nothing and last for years; I have had thistles and horsetails in the studio for seasons.
Not as long as the photograph is your own and the painting is not a copy of it. A traced photograph shows immediately: it carries the camera's shadows, its perspective and its accidental background. A painting starts where something is chosen out of that material and something else thrown away. The same wild carrot exists here as a photograph, as a watercolour and as a form in an oil painting — and each time something different survives. How this works for a whole motif rather than a single plant is in how to paint a meadow.