I grew up in colder climates with daffodils, azaleas, rhododendrons and roses. The icy winter breaking open into bright tender juicy spring blooms felt like magic.
These transition times are fleeting as are the blooms. That all at once spring into existence then wilt and wither just as swiftly. To meticulously immortalise that moment in a meditative layering of shapes, one hundred hues of green and thousands of layered brushstrokes.
A window to the gardens of memory.
I grew up in colder climates with daffodils, azaleas, rhododendrons and roses. The icy winter breaking open into bright tender juicy spring blooms felt like magic.
These transition times are fleeting as are the blooms. That all at once spring into existence then wilt and wither just as swiftly. To meticulously immortalise that moment in a meditative layering of shapes, one hundred hues of green and thousands of layered brushstrokes.
A window to the gardens of memory.