I admit I have difficulty naming florals. And I love naming my works – one of my favorite parts. It’s a way to hint at the subliminal the work is attempting. I’m not sure, in creating florals I’m trying to do anything subliminal – there is no artistic message, it’s just pretty. Probably why I’ve been avoiding them this year only to be seduced by the current series.
OK, there it is – there’s your title: Seduction. Fits well with the work itself, what with the short focal plane producing just a few sharp pedals, like a certain eye contact and a smile reaching through the dimly lit clutter of a crowded bar (I started to say “smoky bar”, but we really don’t do smoky bars anymore, do we?). Further, it’s the whole nature of creating floral works – the idea of creating something that is simply gorgeous is seductive. That would be why I’m constantly drawn back to them, stuck in their orbit, lovestruck.
Hey … just thought of a bunch more titles
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OK, you’ll probably see me write this again, because I’m going to repeat it on various social media. Here’s the deal …
WE DON’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO THEM
And you know who I’m talking about.
If nothing they say is going to change your or anybody else’s vote anyway, what’s the point of subjecting yourself to the angst? Plus, there’s at least one candidate for whom ignoring him will hurt him more than anything else.
And you also know whom I’m talking out there, right?
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.