A Feast of Flowers

These paintings emerged from a place somewhere between decay and bloom - a quiet reckoning with beauty, memory, and the unseen. I think of them as imagined florals, but not in the botanical sense. They feel more like emotional organisms - moments in time, personal griefs and joys that have taken root.

Some carry traces of the figure, others dissolve entirely into texture and movement. Drips, glazes, and impasto blur into each other, allowing each piece to hover between abstraction and recognition. There are echoes of the body here. There are seeds of something ancient and intimate.

I didn’t set out to paint flowers. I set out to paint what remains after something has passed through - a feeling, a dream, a transformation. The works hold light, but they also hold shadow. Together, they form a kind of soft mythology.

Paintings by Lee-Ann Rodwell