Tulips need water too

This series of works was painted during a period when my mother narrowly survived a brain hemorrhage; it created a state of relief, mixed with fear and all sorts of emotional ramifications. There was no stability or control anywhere. The work is hopeful and shows a great deal of evolution: it seems to grow beyond the canvas, a new life that builds on what has already been written. Ultimately, my mother passes away, which feels—after a period of unwavering strength—like defeat. Seeing your mother like this is the most intimate, yet unwanted, dialogue I have ever dreamed of, and these countless identities reverberate through me.
Questions like no longer being a child and the countless identities flash before my eyes. Seeing your own mother like this is like the wilting of a bouquet. The work explores questions of evolution, control, stability, and anchoring in times of desired and unwanted change. It frequently refers to bouquets and tulips—my mother's favorite flower—and reveals an investigation into the withering of what is given. The urge for stability against the hope of evolution, and this complexity and duality are reflected in the work..