These wonderful, vibrant, specimens from the natural world are bought to us dying, their stems cut, their days numbered. These images are my lamentations; an attempt to capture their essence before they wilt away.
I’m usually turned off by pictures of flowers. I find they can be kind of pompous and celebratory and I wanted to get away from that, so they are on purpose blurry with mixed lighting and skewed colours. I never buy cut flowers unless I have to. I find a vase of flowers superficial, they are so fleeting, they don’t need to be grown, pulled up from the Earth, end up in my house and then stuffed in the bin. I isolate them from their stems to capture some of the tension I feel about them. Tension between the enjoyment of the flower as a natural object contrasted with the fact that it was probably grown on a farm for temporary indulgence. I just find it hard to be happy when looking at a cut flower. But in these pictures I find some peace with the tension, as though I have done them a small justice by photographing them.