Oil on stretched canvas, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
The medley of checkered lily pads stretch slow motion across the pond. They take me out to the middle of the pond like a green and yellow tapestry until they dapple into the shade from above.
The tessellated pattern reminds me of a mosaic with pads as the small patchwork that form a larger picture. Lily pads to lily ponds is just echoes arranged so you believe you can travel to the other side. The lily pad carpet ride.