Large pink blooms on a long silver chain.
This was how i started my year. I sometimes feel confident that i know where I'm going with this, but in reality i think that it is just a bit of fun. The brightness and warmth of summer took me back to a place deep inside where i am still a carefree, naive, imaginative child.
I remember the backyard at my parents house (long before we moved to Taumarunui). Crisp spring mornings, a plum tree in full blossom, long, dry summer days, cicada skins. I want this body of work to have a sense of lighthearted playfulness about it. In a slightly abstract way; these pieces represent my happy childhood memories. They represent something that i can never relive except for fuzzily in my own mind, something that perhaps one day i can pass on to my own children.
I remember the backyard at my parents house (long before we moved to Taumarunui). Crisp spring mornings, a plum tree in full blossom, long, dry summer days, cicada skins. I want this body of work to have a sense of lighthearted playfulness about it. In a slightly abstract way; these pieces represent my happy childhood memories. They represent something that i can never relive except for fuzzily in my own mind, something that perhaps one day i can pass on to my own children.I took these photos to try and gauge
how the flowers will look on this chain when hung in this particular way. The chain is unfinished. The more i look at it... the more unsure i feel about it. I definitely think though, that the two flowers should be the lower ones and the singular flower should be farther up the chain. The spongy soft flowers are lovely to squeeze!
how the flowers will look on this chain when hung in this particular way. The chain is unfinished. The more i look at it... the more unsure i feel about it. I definitely think though, that the two flowers should be the lower ones and the singular flower should be farther up the chain. The spongy soft flowers are lovely to squeeze!
