what were butterflies, growing from what was a sprig of black chokeberry.
i've been wanting to explore a new direction in my work for some time now; specifically, i want to develop my abstract works and use this method to create landscapes. i experimented with this for the "cold hands, warm heart" series, and felt happy with the results. i also felt i'd grown out of the overtly violent imagery which i was using to balance the saccharine quality i think some of my source material has, and instead changed the source material itself. for the next phase i think i am going to avoid most narrative aspects altogether. try to break elements down a little more, in order to build them up new.
i think there is a book at green apple that i didn't get yesterday, which i will go back for. might be perfect for upcoming things; finding beauty in the grotesque.