There is a subtle danger that appears when an artist begins to master their own language. Over the years, technique becomes refined. The hand knows exactly how to move. The materials respond with obedience. You mix a certain tone, repeat a gesture, layer the surface in a familiar way — and you already know the result will be good. Predictable, even beautiful. But this is where the trap lies. When something works, when the outcome is almost guaranteed, it becomes tempting to s

On this series of paintings,  bouquets of white and pink flowers appear, tenderly brushed with soft hints of blue and pale yellow. Their...