Oil Paint on Canvas
2022
76 x 83 cm; 30 x 32.6 in
Price: POA
Velvet cloth; not forgetting its nature, but forced into petals, folded and held until it performs as a flower, it was never grown to be. Red, oversized, arranged into a permanence no real flower has ever been granted. At its center, small and at the edge of fading sits, the one thing in this piece actually alive. Red color of velvet carries its own history before I ever touch it: the color worn by the brides in pakistan, when a woman is most looked at, most called beautiful, most still. I don't separate the flower from the woman from myself here. They arrive already tangled: one grown to be admired and cut, one dressed to be admired and settled, one painting them both because she recognized the unwanted force.
Oil Paint on Canvas
2022
76 x 83 cm; 30 x 32.6 in
Price: POA
Velvet cloth; not forgetting its nature, but forced into petals, folded and held until it performs as a flower, it was never grown to be. Red, oversized, arranged into a permanence no real flower has ever been granted. At its center, small and at the edge of fading sits, the one thing in this piece actually alive. Red color of velvet carries its own history before I ever touch it: the color worn by the brides in pakistan, when a woman is most looked at, most called beautiful, most still. I don't separate the flower from the woman from myself here. They arrive already tangled: one grown to be admired and cut, one dressed to be admired and settled, one painting them both because she recognized the unwanted force.
