I’m drawn to blooms that refuse to behave.
The ones that lean, twist, unfurl in their own time. That’s where the beauty lives — in the becoming.
A Ramble through the Blossoms continues my exploration of beauty in growth, in freedom… in things not overly curated or restrained. Like a garden left to do its own thing — a little wild, a little imperfect, but bewitchingly beautiful.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas with oil pastel
Size: 121cm (H) x 91cm (W)
Hanging: beautifully framed in flooded gum, with wire and hooks for hanging
Signed: front and back
I’m drawn to blooms that refuse to behave.
The ones that lean, twist, unfurl in their own time. That’s where the beauty lives — in the becoming.
A Ramble through the Blossoms continues my exploration of beauty in growth, in freedom… in things not overly curated or restrained. Like a garden left to do its own thing — a little wild, a little imperfect, but bewitchingly beautiful.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas with oil pastel
Size: 121cm (H) x 91cm (W)
Hanging: beautifully framed in flooded gum, with wire and hooks for hanging
Signed: front and back