A herbarium of lived and unlived experiences. Plants and flowers are entirely direct symbols. Loss, pain, love, illness, solitude. I process this cliché through a cliché method, and on the contrary, I want to add to it.
I feel necessity, desire. Greed. Longing. For soil. Then for a bulb! For a flower, a flowerbed. A tree. For calm.
LILY
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YELLOW LILY
YUCCA
I REMEMBER AN AFTERNOON PICNIC WITH YOU, MUM
TULIP
I REMEMBER AN AFTERNOON PICNIC WITH YOU, MUM II.
AND YOU WROTE TO ME ABOUT POPPIES. BUT LET’S FORGET ABOUT THAT, SHALL WE?
REFLECTION OF A POPPY
BULB
ROLLED IRISES
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I AM STILL ASHAMED
I AM STILL ASHAMED II.
TENDING FEAR
CHOPPED UP AFTER THE STORM, BUT SOMETHING REMAINED
AND YOU WROTE TO ME ABOUT POPPIES. BUT LET’S FORGET ABOUT THAT, SHALL WE? II.
IRIS
IRIS II.
BUTTERCUP
TULIP / FAMILY
BOWL OF PEARS
IRIS