I'm revisiting fuchsia flowers, with which I have a periodic history. Everytime I see them in the nursery here in the spring, I have flashbacks to a patio full of them when we lived in California. Luckily, I snap out of it and remind myself that I now live under the Texas death star.
|fuchsia earring sketches|
|fuchsia flowers & leave (& 1 bud)|
hand formed from fine silver clay
waiting to be cleaned and fired