Paintings consist of traces. What kind of traces would appear, if herbariums were combined into painting? At least a gathering of a plant prints, but also one of momentarily notions on thickets in backyards seen with a diffused gaze, as Henri Matisse put it.

Within traces plants left we encounter presence of the absence, indexical signs referring to nostalgic meanings or to nature loss. Also, weencounter beauty, banal or not. What is beauty actually? Perhaps it is felt when something significant touches us. At least when absent, it feels heavily as a loss of meaning. This concerns art, too.