A descent into Being
JUNE 28 2022The warm embrace as the sun descends beneath the horizon. A feeling of being held that never wavers. Even in the depth of a storm, there is a steadiness that remains. Her presence always felt as her light filters through the fluttering leaves, reflections of light and shadow on the gentle tides of water. In times of unknowing I sought her wisdom, her feeling of consistency. It’s a fascinating contradiction of the stability found in the one thing that is always moving, shifting, transforming. We covet butterflies and find peace in their ethereal flight. Yet often overlook the absolutely shocking method of transformation they endure, at one point turning to liquid within the chrysalis. Our human hearts go through the same transformations when faced with extraordinary grief and change. Our bodies, made of the same dust as butterflies, housing our souls whilst we turn to molten gold in order to be born again and again as time ticks on. When I seek nature, I seek connection to you, to me, to us. When I seek her I come home to all we are. Pieces of a whole suspended in a setting sun.
A slow, radiant morning
MAY 20 2022Some days are meant for a slowness that heals. Days that bend and mold into our breath. Sunrise moving languidly into the day, day moving like a slow dance into sunset, and then dipping into dusk. Sunflowers always remind me of those long, slow summer days. The ones that hang on our memory, creating the nostalgia that lingers. Their bright petals and their bold stems and heads that reach for the sun. The briefness of their season, highlighted only by the radiance in their decay. May we all reach for the warmth of the light as sunflowers do. Taking our time to grow and become, and embrace time as it flows through us.
MAY 4 2022The gentleness of surrender. Feather soft and effortless. The peace that exists in being in the present and allowing ease to wash over you. Cosmos embody this surrender, this airy feeling of knowing. Cosmos are considered the ‘‘love flower’, and everytime I say that out loud I get chills up and down my body. There is something ethereal about these blooms and the way they move in the wind. Petals woven from the finest silk, so fragile and yet they do not break as the air cascades over them. These cosmos are reminding me to continue practicing presence. To stay grounded in my excitement and to embrace all that comes. I hope this tender moment with the flowers leaves you feeling at peace. Here is to forever listening to the language of flowers.
The Gift Of Creation
NOVEMBER 10 2021There is a whole world that lies behind a single fine art photograph. Hours of dreaming, imagining how colors, textures, patterns and shapes will melt together. Working with florals is an experience of its own. Each flower possesses a different life span, some begin to wilt so quickly that you must move fast and with intention. From the light, to the backdrop every detail is meant to bring the subject to life. To create something extraordinary out of the ordinary. To gift a moment in time that can be treasured for years to come. Come journey through the process with me. From bloom to print.
Stars as Eyes
OCTOBER 25 2021She wakes with the fluidity of an autumnal breeze. A crisp wanting to be left in her wake. Fluttering from flower to flower, movement that begs to be met with a tender touch. The unfurling of her petals, a sign that she has awakened. Her presence is felt as she runs her fingers across the dew ponds that sit atop sunflower petals. The light will always ebb and flow. The clouds create moments of shadow, where her head will look up to the sky just to see them dance. Then light will filter through, beams of loving warmth. The endless possibility of being alive when we allow ourselves to truly see. Our eyes are made of stardust when we remember that we are part of the whole, that our every breath is connected to the world growing under our feet and above. It creates a wonder that feeds a different kind of hunger. From the moment we wake up to the moment we close our eyes to dream, we exist. How extraordinary, to simply be alive.