I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.” —Abraham Lincoln
I have a question: men are expected (by whom you might ask) to love the great outdoors… until it gets colorful. Green or brown is okay, but vibrant flowers, not so much. Last month I explored Miami Women artists via the LnS Gallery and Oolite Arts exhibitions, and the difficulty women artists experienced jamming a foot in the door with the big boys in NYC and beyond decades ago… where are we now with all that?
Mindy Solomon Gallery “Men Who Paint Flowers” exhibition (Aug. 6 – Sept. 10) seems a natural gender expectation segue for additional discussion.
Reading the title, I pondered how many directions this could be headed. I stood at the metaphorical center of a wheel… thoughts jutted out like spokes around the theme.
Why are there so many parameters on how flowers are perceived?
Flowers are essentially used to express femininity.
