My medium revolves around time and the indefinite progress of death. The moment a stem is severed from its roots, it is dying. Time will inevitably consume the supple petals, vibrant color, and conventional attraction. However, the beautiful art of nature, is that it is constantly changing: evolving with time. Even in death, withered and quiet as it is, there is still a beauty to its presence that cannot be compared.
Removed of its vital pigment, textures of the petals are allowed to come forth effortlessly as the planes of every surface seem alive with a brittle fragileness. As the light catches on the now translucent-like petals, you can see the dark veins and wrinkled surface that was once lost in the magnificence of the living bloom. Every bloom becomes fossilized in various states of decomposition. Some curl into themselves, others wilt completely, while a number remain in the same position as when foraged from the garden.
The progress of time and death has affected all differently; each a frail shadow of what once was.