“My flowers don’t know how far my thoughts wander away sometimes.” Emily Dickinson
A flower was born
Ring all the bells, sing and tell the people
Everywhere that the flower has come
Light up the sky with your prayers of gladness
And rejoice for the darkness is gone
Throw off your fears let your heart beat freely
At the sign that a new time is born \\ Minnie Riperton
Floral portrait sessions \\ please DM for availability and pricing.
The Great Offender...
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She's nobody's child, the Law can't touch her at all
She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique.
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum // Bob Dylan
Portrait of the iconic Caroline Coon, the great offender, English artist, journalist and political activist
Reality is a story..
"Reality is a story. Is is no ordinary story. It is a love story. It is no ordinary love story, it is an outrageous love story. And your story is a chapter in the outrageous love story of reality" Dr Marc Gafni.
I would love to hear from you if you are curious to have a line from your chapter in the love story of reality captured on camera ♡
Portrait of Julia Peyton Jones, art curator.
Hope
“We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.” — Mahmoud Darwish, Palestinian poet
Beauty in darkness...
.. without shadows there would be no beauty.
Tulips
“The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.” Sylvia Plath
Life: restlessness and space
“There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song — but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.“ // Pablo Neruda
Blooming splendour...
.. pairing you with flower and colour
Jumping dimensions
if you want to change a belief, just move. If you want to change anything, just move..
Our connection to nature and each other...
In my portrait sessions I will pair you with a flower to celebrate your beauty …
In praise of shadows
Illuminating your radiance with my bespoke floral portrait sessions.
Be more like a flower
Some things a flower knows:
Spring,
Up from down,
Light from dark
Different touches.
The shadow rose
Joy
Make yourself so happy so that when others look at you they become happy too ― Yogi Bhajan
A room called remember ...
documenting your days with my family portrait sessions // in your home, my home or a place you love …
False face
We have lived our lives behind a mask. Sooner or later — if we are lucky — the mask will be smashed // Marion Woodman
Poetry of portraits..
“Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off.” — Philip Larkin
Pageant of summer...
“It is eternity now. I am in the midst of it. It is about me in the sunshine; I am in it as the butterfly in the light-laden air. Nothing has to come; it is now. Now is eternity; now is the immortal life.” // Richard Jefferies
Bluet
“We love to contemplate the colour blue” Goethe
