“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
– Edvard Munch
My partner was away when I looked at the grasses and saw her in them.
Presented as a diptych, this portrait was made days after noticing the play of light in the plants dying back in our garden. Drawn from a diaristic series of domestic observations, the work meditates on transience, interconnectedness and the immutability of life and decay.
