"Immerse yourself in the density of the meadows, in a series of large-format paintings in which the usual scales are reversed, and the flowers tower far above the people.
The Catananche, (“Cupid’s Darts”) open almost secretly, standing in the middle of the wilderness as the protagonist, in a world where heaven and earth do not dictate what the flowers should be, while the viewer stands between amazement and sober acceptance: they simply exist. A deliberately unfinished panorama of paintings, in continuous development and infinitely combinable."
The Catananche, (“Cupid’s Darts”) open almost secretly, standing in the middle of the wilderness as the protagonist, in a world where heaven and earth do not dictate what the flowers should be, while the viewer stands between amazement and sober acceptance: they simply exist. A deliberately unfinished panorama of paintings, in continuous development and infinitely combinable."
