This drawing reminds me of an afternoon I spent at my sister’s house, where she introduced me to growing succulents. I created the work roughly a month earlier than the event, but it proved to be something special.
The middle section was from 2014 when I was working on a series I called, The Fifty. And this little remnant is from one of the transfers I had done in those paintings. So the old meets the new.
The darker side of this work is that again, it relates to my mother’s passing as a premonition, and sometimes when I look at it I wonder how I arrived at a state where some sort of prediction was possible. Maybe it isn’t. Perhaps it is my own imagination. Could be. Could be.