ROSE GARDEN

Eve Picher, Rose Garden 6, garnet, amazonite, and pencil on paper, 12×18 inches, 2026

Middle Ages’ books of illumination, or illustrated manuscripts, were the apogee of visual intimacy. Because of their relative small size they had to be seen from close, sometimes held in the hands of the viewer. All the features of their characters, the architecture, the flora and fauna, and the landscape in general give an intimate perspective of reality. Through researched gestures, postures, facial expressions, deliberate simplification, and charming distortions, they wrap up the world into a fold of proximity and tenderness. Since both the rubricator (writer) and the miniator (painter) originally used red color (from the Latin ruber, meaning red, and minium, meaning red lead), I make the drawings of the Rose Garden series in red pencil. The repetitive fine red lines creates a pinkish vibration that translates gentle closeness. To enliven the paintings, l use stones and plants that echo the materials used in ancient scriptorium: garnet, turquoise, hematite, tourmaline, tiger-eye, amazonite, indigo, and more. The theme of the rose garden itself comes from the tradition of the hortus conclusus, enclosed garden. It is a sacred space where intimacy and connectedness can happen in safety.

Eve Picher, Rose Garden 13, garnet, tiger-eye, and pencil on paper, 12×18 inches, 2026
Eve Picher, Rose Garden 7, garnet, purpurite, and pencil on paper, 12×18 inches, 2026
Eve Picher, Rose Garden 8, garnet, kyanite, and pencil on paper, 12×18 inches, 2026
Eve Picher, Rose Garden 10, garnet, rhodonite, and pencil on paper, 12×18 inches, 2026
Eve Picher, Rose Garden 11, garnet, diopside, and pencil on paper, 12×18 inches, 2026
Eve Picher, Rose Garden 12, garnet, turquoise, and pencil on paper, 12×18 inches, 2026
Eve Picher, Rose Garden 15, garnet, sodalite, and pencil on paper, 12×18 inches, 2026

My true value is the value of Life

No matter which stories happen

inside or outside of me

My true value is the value of Life

The sap of the Earth and the one in my veins

No matter how many people suffer in the world

My true value is the value of Life

The cells of the trees and the roots in my heart

The fur of the land and the grass on my head

No matter how many unresolved issues

My true value is the value of Life

The sun and the moon

ebb and flow

in my flesh

No matter how many people die everyday

without knowing their own worth

Despite all the people I cannot help

All the mistake I made

All the ones I hurt

Despite everything I don’t understand

Everything I don’t know

Everything I can’t change

Despite the AI talking to me on the phone

The Life I am knows its true value

Happiness is a law that supports my organs

Despite all my fears, and the fears around me

Despite the abuses, injustices, lies, and pains I see

And whatever garbage is thrown at me`

Despite all the dramas and the comedies

The fierce approbation of my blood reminds me that

I have the value of Life.