Blush pink petals, and then that fiery pinkish red at the center — the kind of color that pulls your eye across a room before you’ve decided to look.
Dozens of petals to a bloom, cupped so deep and packed so tight they read more like peonies than roses.
And Earth Angel doesn’t smell like a rose, exactly. Lemon first, with a sparkle to it like champagne, then apple and ripe raspberry underneath. The classic rose note comes last, low and sweet.
Oil on a 1.5-inch cradled panel with unfinished birch sides. Hangs unframed, or sits on a shelf.
