2018, papers, photographs, stamps, ink, felt, hobby grass, money, beads. beads. ink, pencil, string, thread, fabrics, acorn, holes, protrusions, coffee, hobby rocks, maps, stamps, 31 x 114 inches.

“Swaying daisies sing a lazy song beneath the sun.” – The Beatles

After I had my first baby, the only way I could make art was to put him on my boob. He would stay there suckling and sleeping for hours while I cut out lots and lots of flowers. For years these have festered in a box. My dots, too, which I have punched out from lots of important papers, wait to be reborn. It has taken me years of diligence to put all the dots inside the daisies.  Slowly, I have collected spring flowers and foliage. After 13 years, this artwork is finally completed. It is a spring rainbow of flowers blowing breezily in the wind. It is about patience: for making, for life, for joy, for fulfillment, or just for spring to come.