I’ve had a lot of people wonder why it is that I focus on drawing plants. And besides endlessly having my breath taken away by them, I do have an origin story of how it began. It’s not necessarily happy but uhh, you ready?
I noticed my mom changing when I was in high school. By the time I was 22 she couldn’t speak or write and she hardly knew who I was. I was also 22 when she was diagnosed with dementia, the disease that would eventually kill her.
While she was sick I became obsessed with fungus because its’ purpose is basically to break down dead matter and to me, the way it utilizes and spreads out dead matter is eternal life. Like, dead matter becomes food, which becomes waste, which becomes soil, which creates the nutrients for new life - real circle of life crap, you know?
Anywayyyyyy, I know it’s weird to think about but it was all I thought about at the time and so I primarily made art of fungus. And then when my mom finally passed, I was completely overwhelmed by the amount of floral arrangements and houseplants that were sent to my father’s house. Like, from what I can remember, there were dozens and they were so beautiful. It touched me to the point where I honestly became absolutely, unhealthily manic about keeping the plants alive and acquiring new plants, and learning how to garden.
Don’t worry, I've calmed down about it now and I’m like getting the therapy that I need and yada yada but I genuinely don’t think I’ve drawn or painted anything but plants and flowers since the funeral. Not to say that I won’t ever deviate but I’m not bored of them yet. There are so many species and varietals and I’ve always been a nature gal anyway.
So there you have it, folks. That’s how I landed on painting flowers. I hope they bring you the kind of joy that they’ve brought me throughout the years.