ONE CHILLY DAY IN THE CITY I WAS IN A SUPERMARKET GRABBING SOME LUNCH. I WALKED BY THE OVERFLOWING WALL OF FLOWERS AND ON A LARK, CHOSE A BUNCH OF LILIES THAT I KNEW WOULD SMELL SWEET AND MAKE ME HAPPY ON THIS COLD DAY. LATER ON IN MY STUDIO I WAS ADMIRING MY FLOWERS AND THE BLUSH OF COLOR ON THE TIGHTLY CLOSED GREEN BUDS, AND I WANTED TO CAPTURE THEM, BOTTLE THEM UP SOMEHOW. I STARTED WHAT WOULD LATER BECOME A DAILY PRACTICE. I SET UP MY PALETTE OF OIL PAINTS AND STARTED MIXING THESE FAT PATS OF JUICY PAINT. I DIDNT REALLY INTEND TO PAINT THE FLOWERS, I WANTED TO STEAL THE COLORS THAT MADE THEM BEAUTIFUL AND SUBTLE. THE FLOWERS WOULD LATER OPEN, REVEALING MORE COLORS THAT I WOULD CAPTURE WITH MY OIL PAINT. AND THEN THEY WOULD BEGIN TO SHRIVLE AND WILT AND THEN THEY WOULD BE DRAB HUSKS OF THEIR FORMER SELVES, AND I WOULD CAPTURE THOSE COLORS TOO. AND THEN I HAD ALL THE STAGES OF THIS DYING.