I wanted to work with a material that bears some kind of truth, and to me nature is the only true thing, it’s where I see myself clear, where I get comfort and peace. The dried flowers represent something unreachable, dead, dried out but still preserving some kind of beauty. Isolated between glass, alone, cold, fixed and dried out of life. The acrylic glass and the paint contrast the beautiful dream of nature and remind me of how isolated nature is from me. It seems so hard to touch, to reach.
Plexiglas, acrylic paint, dried flowers and paper, 60x80 cm
