In Still Life With Flowers, Ferris’s luscious abstraction gives way to a suggested bouquet of blinding white. Set within flowing textures and translucent clouds, Ferris’s form creates the nostalgic ellusiveness of distant memory. Using the tactility of paint to voice emotional excess, Ferris’ canvases exude an uncomfortable disclosure, enhancing the awkwardly maudlin through their luridly poetic presence. Confronting the insincerity of media spun schmaltz, Ferris blissfully authenticates the most overwrought affections, her paintings conveying the hyper-reality of unadulterated feeling.