Most days you’ll find me somewhere between my cutting garden in the Blue Mountains and Sydney with a van full of seedlings, compost, and buckets of flowers.
I love the easy beauty of most flowers but it’s important to me to celebrate the imperfect. A blown peony or a dahlia are not more beautiful to me than a seedpod or a twisted branch, or lichen spreading over rock. I want the life cycle and narrative power of each flower to always be present in my work.
Plants and their flowers have always been our language for expressing what we cannot put into words. They are our medicine, our shelter, our food and they remind us that each life holds the promise of a few perfect days.
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No matter what part of the planning process you’re at, I’d love to hear from you.