女人花 — A love letter to self. — object no. 09
NAME: 女人花 — object no. 09 / one of one
CATEGORY: MIXED MEDIUM ON CANVAS
COLORS: FORBIDDEN RED / LAVENDER EPIPHANY
DIMENSIONS: 24 X 24 INCHES
MEDIUM: ARCHIVAL FLORALS — ROSES / CARNATIONS < CLOTH AND DRIED > / REPURPOSED PLASTIC FILM
FEELINGS:
A study in tension—between softness and resilience, ritual and reinvention. 女人花 (Woman Flower) reclaims the feminine as a site of strength. The work is a quiet, but powerful reminder: florals pressed into permanence, plastic waste turned poetic, that beauty exists in the slow moments of noticing the present.
The title nods to nostalgia, but the piece exists firmly in the now—where femininity isn’t performed but inhabited. Where beauty decays, and is still holy. Where you breathe and remember: You are the altar.
NAME: 女人花 — object no. 09 / one of one
CATEGORY: MIXED MEDIUM ON CANVAS
COLORS: FORBIDDEN RED / LAVENDER EPIPHANY
DIMENSIONS: 24 X 24 INCHES
MEDIUM: ARCHIVAL FLORALS — ROSES / CARNATIONS < CLOTH AND DRIED > / REPURPOSED PLASTIC FILM
FEELINGS:
A study in tension—between softness and resilience, ritual and reinvention. 女人花 (Woman Flower) reclaims the feminine as a site of strength. The work is a quiet, but powerful reminder: florals pressed into permanence, plastic waste turned poetic, that beauty exists in the slow moments of noticing the present.
The title nods to nostalgia, but the piece exists firmly in the now—where femininity isn’t performed but inhabited. Where beauty decays, and is still holy. Where you breathe and remember: You are the altar.
NAME: 女人花 — object no. 09 / one of one
CATEGORY: MIXED MEDIUM ON CANVAS
COLORS: FORBIDDEN RED / LAVENDER EPIPHANY
DIMENSIONS: 24 X 24 INCHES
MEDIUM: ARCHIVAL FLORALS — ROSES / CARNATIONS < CLOTH AND DRIED > / REPURPOSED PLASTIC FILM
FEELINGS:
A study in tension—between softness and resilience, ritual and reinvention. 女人花 (Woman Flower) reclaims the feminine as a site of strength. The work is a quiet, but powerful reminder: florals pressed into permanence, plastic waste turned poetic, that beauty exists in the slow moments of noticing the present.
The title nods to nostalgia, but the piece exists firmly in the now—where femininity isn’t performed but inhabited. Where beauty decays, and is still holy. Where you breathe and remember: You are the altar.