A Twisted Fate by Vince Natale

This is a painting of a dead Iris flower that I saw in my front yard one evening. The twisting forms gave a sense of some darkly erotic serpentine dance, while also evoking a sense of some unknown alien being that was alive and about to move, though the bloom was actually dying.  The way the evening light was hitting it provided a dramatic contrast in colors, from the cool of the sky light and the warm of the setting sun behind it, which also was symbolic of the flower's own twilight.