Still Life
I constantly return to peonies; silken and lush when first in bloom, I follow their delicate forms as they become translucent and sculptural in decay.
I am held by their fragility.
The light penetrates their papery forms and casts shadows.
They are a necessary presence in my studio.
I am held by their fragility.
The light penetrates their papery forms and casts shadows.
They are a necessary presence in my studio.