My brother-in-law Harry grows the most beautiful gladiolas and always brings a bouquet when visiting. I finally decided to paint one - starting out carefully, gently trying to get the translucent pastel colours, which resulted only in an abundance of light values that said nothing. Annoyed, I wanted to wipe out and start again but instead went in with strong colours and bold strokes. It was with nearly carefree reckless abandon - a bit of an attack. I was pleased with the improvement and oddly satisfied with the moment. Of course, I wanted to repeat the exercise for the learning. This is the second one.