If you look closely, there is a certain love affair between an artist and her flowers. The way they touch each other, ever so gently, like whispering secrets only the other would understand.
My floral friends are raw and wild. They remind me of how life should be. They make me appreciate Sunday mornings in particular, when the birds sing a little lighter, and the smell of last night's rain still lingers.
So here are my still-lifes and portraits collection, with flowers, dead or alive. They make me feel, dead or alive.