Myself, I long for love and light.

cinderblocks, paint, paper, wire

Meticulously folded, on close inspection the interior of each flower holds a nude woman in a soft-porn scene from the erotic magazines conflating botanical and feminine beauty and sexuality. Arranged in an equally fecund vase that, in contradiction, is carved in a building material, the work questions the inherent nature of these associations. With some of the flowers falling, the arrangement further hints towards the still life tradition in European painting. Incorporating symbols of decay as “memento mori”, Myself, I long of love and light. juxtaposes the perpetual beauty of art against the inevitable fading of beauty that are echoed in this work.