Oil on canvas
12 x 16.5 inches
One March morning the hellebores had sprung up in the garden, their checkerboard patterning drawing me in closer. I picked a few and plonked them in a silver vase with some other cuttings - determined to paint them. What started as a study of flowers became something else entirely: an abstracted reflection of my inner world, the brush guided by the shapes in front of me but also by something more instinctive. The result is a piece that lives between the outer and the inner - part observation, part revelation. This is a piece about how the more we observe nature, the more we can feel observed and seen in all our humanness.
Oil on canvas
12 x 16.5 inches
One March morning the hellebores had sprung up in the garden, their checkerboard patterning drawing me in closer. I picked a few and plonked them in a silver vase with some other cuttings - determined to paint them. What started as a study of flowers became something else entirely: an abstracted reflection of my inner world, the brush guided by the shapes in front of me but also by something more instinctive. The result is a piece that lives between the outer and the inner - part observation, part revelation. This is a piece about how the more we observe nature, the more we can feel observed and seen in all our humanness.
