Last winter I spent the day at Wave Hill and was profoundly affected by the Conservatory’s Tropical house. The warm humid air and the earthy smells emanating from the planted ferns and bromeliads filled me with a quiet longing. In that moment of respite, I was ready to give everything up. I would move out of the city, become a farmer’s wife and live off of the land. This didn’t happen, but instead, a new body of work emanated from photographs taken that day. The work is about death and renewal. –Kristine Moran, 2012
Buddy of Work 
I love this.. Gorgeous painting!
Marvelous! Thanks for expanding my ideas about art and folliage.