This piece began as a freehand pencil sketch. Out of nowhere, I felt the urge to paint a red flower unlike any other shape that I usually paint, almost like its own little world.
On the handle, I painted an open eye. Perhaps it is looking outward, quietly observing the world. Or perhaps it is gazing back at the person holding the cup—with curiosity, with wonder, and with a quiet sense of encouragement.
This piece began as a freehand pencil sketch. Out of nowhere, I felt the urge to paint a red flower unlike any other shape that I usually paint, almost like its own little world.
On the handle, I painted an open eye. Perhaps it is looking outward, quietly observing the world. Or perhaps it is gazing back at the person holding the cup—with curiosity, with wonder, and with a quiet sense of encouragement.
