This is me being fascinated with the shapes of dying flowers, and still inspired by the idea of doing a series of works. So I decided to push myself beyond the urge to make a bunch of pretty pictures, which could have been easy, as my plain pencil drawings of the flowers were interesting enough I think, but I couldn't resist the urge to add colour to them. Perhaps I will do a few pencil ones and just leave them be.
If I was trying to be arty-farty, I would call this sex-love-death, especially as the details of the petals and parts of the stamen were looking quite sexual to me, but I try to resist arty-fartiness. It's bad enough that I've used the word tryptich.
Pencil, squares of origami paper and marker pens. 12.4.06