There is meditation implicit here, and it is an ongoing meditation, since as the petals age and fade, and the vascular systems become more pronounced, the work changes too. Hanson may have exerted some control over nature, but time will, in the end, exert control over the work. On First Thursday, I watched people walk into Esther Claypool with their serious gallery faces on, and walk out beaming. Though he would roll in his grave if he knew. Happily, in the end, the only thing that ties together the work of these three artists is a choice of technique, one that points back to the same root, but has resulted in three utterly different kinds of work.
Art is work, period.