a pretty palette
ask on any day what attracts me to certain STILL subjects and i will murmur something about “sometimes it’s form, sometimes it’s color, sometimes it’s texture, sometimes it’s all of these, and sometimes it’s none of those but rather the negative space between the subjects”. today, i was attracted to color. my mom has been in and out of the hospital lately, and she also recently turned 85. as a result, she has received dozens of floral arrangements (we have a large family). i keep telling her, “mom, don’t throw those away when they are done, just pass them along to me.” today’s remnants were particularly pretty i thought.
spent flower petals