I hike in the desert to better understand my mortality. The strange plants there adapt to survive in parched heat. The sun there sheds pure light and can sting with its barbed rays of transparent clarity. I see each living thing as a monument to persistence. Without witnessing the confidence of a final flourishing bloom, I might not notice how the dying process can be saturated in glory.
Mounted in white wood frame (no acrylic)
- Collections: Works on paper: Displacement Series