OH, IT'S YOU!

 

How lovely to see you. Here on my website you’ll find lots of pictures of my artwork and some background on where it comes from. It's going to go something like this: colors, flowers, colors. Maybe some pattern, too. Hard to say. Depends how much you like to click on stuff. If you are looking for another dark and gloomy art site: this is not it. If you are looking for something happy, dynamic, and an unapologetic use of color, welp, you are in the right place.

Come on in and have a look around!

 

 

Most paintings above have already been sold, however, current collection and many prints are available in my store. 

Why Flowers?

 

Flowers are a funny thing. We give them to each other to express what words cannot - to demonstrate passionate love and joyful celebration, to offering apology, appreciation, and to mark somber occasions such as illness and profound grief. It is no mistake that the rituals of birth and death share only one commonality: flowers. Why is that? 

Flowers are living symbols of our most important moments. Their biological purpose is exclusively function – reproductive to be specific – but we humans have adapted them into something decorative. Something beautiful. The semiotics of flowers can be found woven throughout ancient cultures and the canon of Western literature - every author from Shakespeare to Dr. Seuss has used flowers as metaphors for the abstract. Even the Hebrew Bible used flower as an emblem for the Israelite people and for the coming Messiah. Floriography, sometimes called The Language of Flowers, is the Victorian tradition of attributing meaning to specific blooms or specific flower combinations. Flowers were used to send a coded message to the recipient thus allowing the sender to express feelings which could not be spoken aloud.

The repeating theme is clear: If you want to say something complicated, say it with flowers. 

 

 
YOKO'S BENDING BRIAR There is a type of rose bush that grows arms so long and protracted that it eventually it bends over, touches the soil, then forces its tendrils into the earth and grows itself a second bush. Isn't that resourceful? I don't know the formal plant name but my childhood neighbor, Mrs. Roberson, had an enormous one in her garden which she called "the bending briar." The first bush was "the mother", the second bush was called "the stepmother," and together they raised lots of "rose babies." Beautiful, flopsy, pale pinky colored roses with thorns sharp enough to cut aluminum foil. Sometimes the mother bush would be in full bloom, sometimes the step mother. Sometimes both, but not very often. Any gardener will tell you that makes no sense because when a type of flower blooms in one location, they all bloom, but, I'm telling you, these two took turns. And it seems to me that is how most mothers and step mothers work, taking turns, splitting responsibilities and blooms. Part of me always felt bad for the stepmother bush - it was slightly smaller and received less attention. It got less light. Less water. It had to force itself into existence, and it showed. But, despite the obstacles, the flopsy pink roses bloomed just the same. 

YOKO'S BENDING BRIAR

There is a type of rose bush that grows arms so long and protracted that it eventually it bends over, touches the soil, then forces its tendrils into the earth and grows itself a second bush. Isn't that resourceful? I don't know the formal plant name but my childhood neighbor, Mrs. Roberson, had an enormous one in her garden which she called "the bending briar." The first bush was "the mother", the second bush was called "the stepmother," and together they raised lots of "rose babies." Beautiful, flopsy, pale pinky colored roses with thorns sharp enough to cut aluminum foil. Sometimes the mother bush would be in full bloom, sometimes the step mother. Sometimes both, but not very often. Any gardener will tell you that makes no sense because when a type of flower blooms in one location, they all bloom, but, I'm telling you, these two took turns. And it seems to me that is how most mothers and step mothers work, taking turns, splitting responsibilities and blooms. Part of me always felt bad for the stepmother bush - it was slightly smaller and received less attention. It got less light. Less water. It had to force itself into existence, and it showed. But, despite the obstacles, the flopsy pink roses bloomed just the same. 

DOUBLE HONK APPREHENSIONS The woman who taught me to drive told me women should never honk horns because it's "impolite." And if absolutely necessary, never single honk, only double honk, because "Double honking sounds friendlier and is less likely to set off a man's anger." Which is equally insulting to men and women, and yet, she wasn't wrong. And I can't help but think of it every time I hear someone placing a different set of expectations on a woman than a man. Which, given the current news cycle, is a lot. Anyway. I'm not in the business of telling people how to think or read or act or vote, but you know what? I'm done with double honking. I'll paint flowers and wear dresses and be nice to strangers and bake cookies and a thousand other stereotypical nicey-nicey female things that nobody expects from a man and I WILL DO THEM WITH JOY but I swear to you and all that is holy, I am not double honking anymore.

DOUBLE HONK APPREHENSIONS

The woman who taught me to drive told me women should never honk horns because it's "impolite." And if absolutely necessary, never single honk, only double honk, because "Double honking sounds friendlier and is less likely to set off a man's anger." Which is equally insulting to men and women, and yet, she wasn't wrong. And I can't help but think of it every time I hear someone placing a different set of expectations on a woman than a man. Which, given the current news cycle, is a lot. Anyway. I'm not in the business of telling people how to think or read or act or vote, but you know what? I'm done with double honking. I'll paint flowers and wear dresses and be nice to strangers and bake cookies and a thousand other stereotypical nicey-nicey female things that nobody expects from a man and I WILL DO THEM WITH JOY but I swear to you and all that is holy, I am not double honking anymore.

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