I have volunteer tomatoes growing and falling over again in my plastic tub on the balcony. The linden trees have new crinkly bright green leaves. The symmetry of new clover, cropping up anywhere.
Growth and transformation. If I’m to think about the natural world—plants, trees, insects, animals, minerals—I can’t seem to not think of the way it grows, how it transforms through time. I think about this with my slow way of drawing.
If I draw a flower in a representational way, it is all surfaces and planes. But, even by being abstract, growing things slowly with marks I end up with something closer to what a flower does, how it might grow.