The Last Dance

I chose to paint the vase of dying nasturtiums as an act of social commentary. Ageing is a natural part of life – the art of ageing is the art of living.
Decaying matter has its own beauty, no longer as lovely yet perhaps more interesting. Transience, the gentle fading of colour and vigour is a notion profoundly tied to the ephemeral nature of life.

The aesthetic appeal of withered blooms and yellowing leaves is perhaps not universally appreciated, but I believe the observation of the passage of time is an insight into life itself.