WOMEN & FLOWERS
A three-part series
My first spring in Boston, I saw a violinist in Downtown Crossing. It struck me how she played with bravado and also tenderness. I knew immediately that I would draw her.
Fast forward to April 2020: my mom’s telling me about how she misses the peonies from our old garden. How vibrant their color yet delicate every petal. I’m reminded of the violinist.
The women in my life are strong, elegant.
They are bold and tender.
They are colorful, unique.
They’ve spun adversity into beauty.
