There was a period of my life that I was given many bouquets of flowers. I was married and then 9 short months afterward, my husband passed. For both occasions, my loved ones gifted flowers to me. Each occasion represented such a different transitional time in my life and I often dwell upon the meaning of this offering for such vastly differing turning points.
The flower: a symbol of love, a gesture to offer condolences… It is something that comes and goes with the season. You pick it and it is beautiful for some time and then it withers and dies.
I make botanical mutations symbolizing the shifts I have witnessed in my own life, how a mutation can possess power and beauty in its own right.
