Mother planted the seeds of my art education when I was a child, but her seeds did not flower until I had reached 65 when I began this series of flower paintings. After stupidly dismissing floral painting as a genre, I received my comeuppance late in life in the form of happiness. Happiness, just like a flower, blooms only for a short time, but its beauty leaves a big impression behind, promising the possibility of a return. Mother, like her lilac cuttings, played the long game.
Aquarium, a/c 42.5x50" 2024
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