"When beauty fades, presence remains."

This work begins in stillness—not the absence of sound, but the presence of quiet.
It is the hush of late-season leaves, the fragile architecture of what endures after bloom.

At the heart of this painting is a hydrangea at the close of its life cycle. Its once-vibrant petals have softened into translucent lace—a bleached, skeletal form that holds both memory and structure.

What remains is not diminished, but distilled.

The process begins not with paint, but with wax—molten, pliable, archival. It forms the foundation of the piece: a surface that preserves texture, records time, and echoes the resilience of botanical forms. Each layer of wax both conceals and reveals.

From this ground, the painting emerges through meticulous observation. Vein by vein, shadow by shadow, I render the form not only as it appears, but as it feels—suspended in the quiet space between fragility and grace.

This is Botanical Realism: an act of reverence. A practice of seeing, of truly noticing, of translating the ephemeral into permanence. It invites a slowing down, a deepening of attention.

The result is a painting that does not speak loudly—but one that stays.
Present. Poised. Enduring.