Art Work Details
Oil on canvas with UV-reactive pigments
ø : 91cm
Crystal Flower
2026
The Memory of Blossoming explores how erased images can survive as traces and return in a transformed visual form. The work began with flowers painted on a circular canvas. Dissatisfied with the original image, Jennifer Lee covered the surface with new layers of color. Yet the flowers did not completely disappear. Their remaining forms and fragments became the starting point for a new composition in which memory itself appears to crystallize. Across the circular surface, fragmented floral shapes are reconstructed through countless angular planes resembling shards of crystal or a fractured prism. Pink, red, blue, white, and flashes of yellow overlap and collide, making it difficult to distinguish where the original flowers end and the crystalline structures begin. At the center, a deep crimson form gathers these fragments into a concentrated presence, as though something once buried beneath the painted surface has condensed and returned. Created with oil paint and UV-reactive pigments, the work exists in two interconnected visual states. Under ordinary illumination, the composition is dominated by brilliant whites, blues, pinks, and reflected colors that create the impression of light scattering through a complex crystalline surface. Under ultraviolet light, the visual hierarchy changes dramatically. Intense magenta and violet emerge, the central flower becomes more pronounced, and previously subtle traces begin to glow. The transformation suggests that what appears erased or hidden may continue to exist beyond immediate perception. Within Jennifer Lee’s Crystal Flower series, The Memory of Blossoming gives physical form to the relationship between painting, erasure, and memory. The act of covering the original flowers did not destroy them but transformed their traces into a new visual language. The crystalline structure becomes a vessel in which vanished forms, colors, and emotions can gather again, expressing the artist’s continuing belief that everything that exists leaves a trace and that light can reveal what memory has concealed.
[The Memory of Blossoming] To paint flowers, I lifted my brush. Yet the flowers that bloomed upon the circular canvas gradually fell silent. Like memories that had lost their light, they quietly closed themselves. I could not endure that silence. So I boldly covered them with another color. Perhaps what I was trying to erase was not the flowers, but the memories I wished to forget. Within layers of paint, the traces of those flowers slowly gathered into the form of a crystal. The time of broken petals, the memory of vanished fragrance, and the emotions that remained unseen solidified once again within the prism. Memory now speaks again, holding the color of the sky. The flowers that were covered were not lost. They bloomed once more. On the canvas, the flowers that were erased have blossomed again as crystals of memory.