Ficus Lyrata

Upon finding a leaf fallen from grace on my floor, I committed to honor its expired beauty. Soaking it in yellow ink for days gave birth to an unidentifiable hue. In love & fascinated by the unimagined depth of color & beauty I kept manipulating my fallen fig. Using oil pastel I colored veins & depleted tissue. Liberating it from a conformity in life & giving it life after death. I melted the pastel with heat, giving the color texture & glorious sheen. Conscious of the transformation an adjustment would create I sought to expose movement & energy within these stills. Demonstrating strength & weakness through focus & color. Exploring revolution created by a subject’s relationship with the frame of my lens.