entitled
oil on canvas
2 panels, each 12 x 10"
Cut or uprooted flowers always reference Buddha's Flower Sermon. I was fortunate enough
as a little girl to be in the audience when someone gave the flower sermon, without a lot
of blah blah blah: he simply stood up in front of us and held up a flower, shook it at us a few times
for emphasis, and let us sit with our frustration. What on earth was he trying to say?
This painting is a record of a fairly epic internal battle. If that sounds dramatic-- I think
most everyone at least once goes through a period of inner struggle with different and opposing
ideas of how to be. (This used to be called a mid-life crisis.) When I began this piece in '98, I
though maybe it was my job, as an artist, to go through such things as attentively as possible, and
document them in artworks.
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