It took a pandemic and the practice of home isolation for this body of works to materialize. My constrained in space, but abundant in pride and love mini-garden offers me seasonal blooms in all their glory. The absence of my regular busy schedule brings me to closely watch the magic of their transformation from the vibrancy of growing freshness to their drying, spent, end of life appearance. At the same time news headlines seem to narrate not only the drama of a world in paralyzing stillness, but also my own psychology, the ups and downs of my thinking in the face of certain never before considered outcomes. Here is a selection of these works I am developing…