An aging lily is a master class in aging gracefully.
Its petals slowly unfold from its tight bud.
And then ever so slowly the tips of the petal begin to curl, and curl, and curl some more until it simply falls to the table.
That’s when the lesson of human aging comes in. I look at the decayed petals and reimagine them. I rearrange them on a scanner bed in a way that gives them a new life with a touch of humor as well as grace.
I don’t know about you, but my anti-wrinkle cream falls short in the “re-imagination” and the “humor” department.
Plus, they have an even longer life as wall decor.
