For years, I turned to flowers as quiet witnesses — drawing them in full attention, recording their form, texture, and shadow with reverence. These earlier works were about presence: how a single bloom could carry weight, how light could hold a moment still.

But as I return to floral subjects now, I carry a different urgency. The world has changed. I have changed.

A new body of floral works will soon start to replace these current ones as I begin to ask harder questions. Flowers now appear in vessels made from discarded or repurposed objects, thrift store finds. Insects hover or decay. Some blooms wilt, bruised or already spent. These images will not just be about beauty; they’re about survival, waste, fragility — and the uneasy cohabitation between the natural and the manmade and the possible consequences of inaction or slow action.

I’m going to be drawing not just what florals represent or look like, but what they’re trying to tell us — hoping to create a dialogue around our place on this planet.