Emory Paul, 18"x24", acrylic on flat panel, $1000 plus s&h to the first asking nicely. Link to purchase is below. Three years ago I began growing dahlias. I had always loved their exhuberence but was rather intimidated by the care involved. A good friend gifted me a handful of her dinner plate varieties and I learned that there really isn't that much extra care - just digging the tubors up in the fall, then replacing them early spring. Now I have 8 plants of which 3 are currently blooming with wild abandon. Every day I visit the dahlias, give them a little pep talk, and soak up their color. These flowers are so extra, in every possible way. This painting is a summary of sorts as to the dahlia's journey from a little potato (as my mother in law calls them) to the nearly 5 foot tall plant capped with frilly eggplant colored blooms. When I sit on the ground, her faces fill the sky. The varied greens of her and her rose bush neighbors dance companionably like shado