A mediation on the nature of time and the speed of things. Fast cut flowers, slow rooting paints, frozen dried flowers and a mysterious dead one in the back. This was all instigated from a funny family moment of my husband bringing me flowers and putting them in water with some of my rooting leaves. I panicked and dug through the trash to recover a rooting nub that had fallen off and been tossed. Then we were all laughing about how I was elevating this ugly little nub when I had gorgeous blooms to enjoy. That's why the little nub is on a pedestal in the front.
I was also experimenting with chart tape for laying out my compositional angles and found it to be a very exciting bonus for also masking areas of canvas to get different textures and edges as I built the layers. I decided to preserve some of the lines for the other painting process voyeurs like me.
