Drawing roses come as second nature to me. This piece I completed as I was sitting the B-Mac Gallery in the beautiful Bacchus Marsh. As I gazed over the serenity of that quaint little gallery, beside my work that adorned the wall adjacent to the desk where I sat, I felt a sense of peace and accomplishment. Roses are my happy place. The roses of my childhood home always brought me comfort through the harrowing ordeals I endured as a child...the smell of the roses in my mother's garden always centred me and grounded me. So, now, as an adult, when I draw, I always draw people and roses...that's my heart on the page.
The triangles in the background represent the leaves of a rose bush and the thorns that lay beside them...the triangles scattered around are symbolic of the roses freedom of its thorns and leaves...an escape from the bush that contains it.
The spirals represent movement and confusion. The bush is its family...can it thrive away from its home and family?...how long will a rose live without a bush even if it is adorned in pain inducing thorns? The rose is me. The rest is my past.
Completed only with whatever I found at that gallery desk between customers and gallery enthusiast visits, this piece uses my signature heavy contrast on a plain yet patterned background.
Pen, markers, pencil
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