These large beautiful white roses were the most glorious and stunning that I had seen. They have been in the studio for the past few weeks, fading little by little.
They accompanied Dad on his final journey and then lay on his grave for over a month, being battered and bruised by the winter weather. Before being totally destroyed by rain and frost they were removed and dried out, then placed in the studio. They have transformed from the sumptuous blooms of late January to the fragile and vulnerable still life today, so delicate they could fall apart at any moment.