Still life is often thought of as the introvert of the art world: quiet, reserved, maybe a little dusty. But to me, still life is a party—and I’m the host, arranging every guest just so. Each apple, vase, or wilted flower in my work has its own personality, a kind of secret charisma waiting to be noticed.
The process starts with chaos: objects scattered across my studio, light spilling in at odd angles, me muttering to myself like a mad scientist. I work quickly, rearranging until something clicks—sometimes literally, since my cat loves to bat things off the table. My favorite part? Capturing the imperfections. A bruised pear or a slightly cracked bowl adds character, reminding us that life isn’t perfect, and that’s what makes it beautiful. It’s like accessibility in design: the quirks and edges are what make the experience human.
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