They may be tiny yet they push through concrete. They are everywhere and yet unseen. But the more they get stepped on, the stronger they grow back.
This is a series of hidden mural paintings of weeds, created as a tribute to the resilience of all those beings who, like weeds, no one made room for, were not part of the plan, and yet keep coming back, pushing through and rising up.
I'm reclaiming the pejorative term "weeds", as I rather think of them as "autonomous plants." And aside from the intrinsic medicinal and gastronomic properties they often have, it is not their usefulness to humans that inspires me, but their resilience and larger purpose as the vanguard of nature's reclaiming of disturbed environments.
I paint both invasive species and native wild plants. They have in common their inconspicuous and autonomous way of trespassing enclosures, breaking them open, letting earth breathe. A single one may appear fragile and insignificant, but collectively they are powerful, and their numbers disquiet those who try to impose the dominant order.
Fellow weeds of the world, we shall prevail.