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"I must have flowers, always, and always." —Claude Monet For more than forty years, Rebekah Morris has lived inside that sentence. Flowers are her subject, her habit, her daily question. She paints them again and again. She has not run out of things to ask them. Her work is mixed media in the truest sense. Watercolor pools and spreads. Ink moves in fine nervous lines. Acrylic gathers into mosaic tile and woven texture. One painting holds a loose wash of color and very little else. Another is built up dot by dot, stitch by stitch, until the whole surface hums. The range is wide. The hand is always hers. A garden is always a place to find joy and inspiration. She works plein air among the flowers. She works in the studio. The two practices feed each other. Outside she catches the light moving. Inside she can stay with one bloom for as long as it takes. Color is not decoration in her work. It is the argument. Magenta against ochre. Cobalt beside emerald. Orange burning through green. She reaches for the colors flowers actually live in, not the polite ones we expect. There is something patient here, and something brave. To paint flowers for forty years is to refuse the idea that any subject is exhausted. A poppy in October is not the same poppy as last October. What you see is not just the bloom. It is the stories they tell. |
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