Method & Medium:
|Chalk on toned paper emulation|
|2648 pixels X 2648 pixels|
|Wacom Intuos pressure-sensitive drawing tablet|
It’s not often a fella will openly proclaim a love of flowers. It’s certainly not a common event in my neck of the woods. But I do.
I find a flower’s beauty both primordial and transcendental. When studying flowers, I often experience one of two internal events. I’m either transported back in time to a place where plants alone ruled the earth, or I’m projected upward in a high, arcing trajectory that temporally places me out among the stars and angels.
My love of flowers, however, doesn’t embrace much horticultural knowledge. If pressed I could perhaps recite the names of a handful of species, but no more. That’s fine with me. It’s the essence of flowers that quickens my heart and speaks volumes to my soul, not the labels. In fact a compulsion to label flowers continuously (or just about anything else, for that matter) is a sure way to reduce one’s chances of deep, enduring appreciation and enjoyment.
So this is a study of an unnamed flower that not so long ago caught my attention.