In Grand Canyon we come upon the first of thousands of Ocotillo near Havasu Canyon. From then on they become prolific. Sometimes, they are all dried up and look like dead plant skeletons. Sometimes, after a thunder storm they will present new green leaves that decorate there tall skeletal stems. In spring time they will burst forth with a shock of flaming orange-red flowers.
In this painting I tried to represent the flowering and the landscape where they thrive.