My first botanical illustration. Romulea rosea is a small member of the iris family indigenous to the fynbos biome here in South Africa. Oil paint on canvas. A4 size.
My painted interpretation of a large quilt my grandma made and stitched by hand decades ago using upcycled shirts. It’s gotten a lot of use and is showing the wear and tear that a well loved quilt will show on a long enough timeline. Still, I can’t bring myself to put it away for long. While a piece of me thinks I should keep it safe and preserved, my grandma is a practical woman that likes knowing something she made is getting good use. A sentiment I can appreciate. And so, maybe I can extend it’s life through watercolor.
I’m disappointed or broken my heart because of that sometimes. But that’s why the world is colorful and beautiful. So I’ll leave things I can’t understand and just love what i love and who I love.
Starring MGMT: Weekend Wars (2007). Let me tell you a story about reading about wars and craving for a future in peace. About the Beatles singing about a revolution to change the world. About people being too occupied with their own lives to "paint or write or try to make a change". Tricolor linoprint using one lino plate. August, 2020.
I had just started painting again and all the years if holding back...holding it in, caught up with me. California was burning and the demons inside of me were smoldering too, waiting to get out.
Sketch of a painting I'm thinking about. I think as adults, we have our own ambitions about living on the moon. However, once we have children, we can only yearn to be able to live on the moon with them.
