My enchantment with flowers began as far back as I can remember with my mother's flower gardens, always blooming and changing with the seasons. Later, on our first date, my husband offered me flowers. It was so unexpected and I love that he continues to do so, bringing back memories and creating new ones.
We lived in London for some time and flowers became a subject in many of my pastel drawings. As the flowers were wilting and shriveling, I noticed another beauty...a kind of humanness.
One day when I was riding the Tube, an old man walked on asking for money. I was observing the people look away trying not to see him. I didn't have any money on me and blushed. The old man became angry at the people and stepped out. I felt for him.
When I arrived home I began drawing the wilted daffodils Johann had given me the week before and I was surprised what I saw in the finished pastel. It was the old man, the people on the train and myself. This is the day I saw humanness in everything.
