The agave often draws me in to capture its shapes, colors and energy from bud to sere death and beyond. The fleshy leaves of the dying agave display a luscious, velvety, feminine texture. Within its leafy folds, head fast against the rising stalk, its colors change daily from the tropics, to hot coals and to dry desert browns and ash. What appears soft and pliable, resists violation.
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