Dead Roses: Rose in bloom

Visual statement on aging: I was given a bouquet of 2 dozen mult-coloured roses. I loved them from the beginning, when first my eyes beheld the blush of their petals. I wasn't inspired, however, to record their lives until they began exhibiting the provocative individuality that became apparent as they aged. As young buds, they were very alike in their perfection...only colour and size defined their differences. It took the blowsiness of middle age to unfold each unique personality; and the elderly, oh those became my favored models. Each day revealed a new twist, a further wrinkle. This art project says much about my own passing through middle age and beyond. What does it say? It says I'm a wrinkled old rose still trying to find my way in this world!!