To know Jennifer is to know that the warmth and joy in her work is, without a doubt, a projection of who she is.
—Mitchell Albala
My fantasy of the garden at night, and what happens when flowers die and send their spirits into the heavens. I think lily spirits shoot up like rockets and join the constellations. And always, the garden devas remain and sing the plants into renewed growth.
Acrylic on stretched canvas • 2' x 4'