Sometimes I paint dead flowers.
They remind us of the fleeting nature of life... the ephemeral nature of things..
I don't enjoy cut flowers, I find them deeply melancholy and wasteful:
They wither so much quicker in a vase than on the branch. Separated from their life force they are unsustained, they exist merely to bring fleeting joy. They become the symbol of human hubris. Death and decay in flora for me symbolise the duality of finitude on the one side and hubris on the other...
The double edged sword of human existence .
They remind us of the fleeting nature of life... the ephemeral nature of things..
I don't enjoy cut flowers, I find them deeply melancholy and wasteful:
They wither so much quicker in a vase than on the branch. Separated from their life force they are unsustained, they exist merely to bring fleeting joy. They become the symbol of human hubris. Death and decay in flora for me symbolise the duality of finitude on the one side and hubris on the other...
The double edged sword of human existence .