Oil on canvas
Framed
30×40”
Working on this painting required such a delicate hand and a lot of contemplation, staring at the composition, and waiting for the next-steps to emerge quietly from the field.
The decision to add two floating flowers asked for a level of assertion that I don’t usually entertain in my work.
The flowers echo each other, and create a narrative arc, from bloom to wilt. While working on this painting, I experienced the work as a portal into the field of grief and melancholy, but also what those states reveal about the exquisite pain of living.
We only long for that which expanded our hearts with love.
Oil on canvas
Framed
30×40”
Working on this painting required such a delicate hand and a lot of contemplation, staring at the composition, and waiting for the next-steps to emerge quietly from the field.
The decision to add two floating flowers asked for a level of assertion that I don’t usually entertain in my work.
The flowers echo each other, and create a narrative arc, from bloom to wilt. While working on this painting, I experienced the work as a portal into the field of grief and melancholy, but also what those states reveal about the exquisite pain of living.
We only long for that which expanded our hearts with love.
