10/04/2026
This nature fuelled life is always pushing me to learn new tricks, get dirty, and lean into a life that only has moments (mere hours) of a clean car. There is no convenience when it comes to earth practices or floral design. Beauty always comes from mess. I was chatting with a friend and they said “I can’t stand the mess of” .. fill in the blank, and I thought to myself, a life without mess is a life without beauty. I look back on some of my favourite creations, installs, beautiful photos, big ideas, and feel proud of what I see but then I remember how absolutely fowl the days were creating them. Anxiety riddled brain, trying to make a perishable, delicate af, material last. Long long long hours, we’re talking 15+ hr days. AND the art of it all, is that it feels like nothing was done at all, no cars transporting product, no hands growing flowers, no fridges, no budgets, no buckets of water tucked into the sculpture, no artist manipulating the product, just beauty, and atmosphere- as if it has always been there. The craft of it all is being subject to this ephemeral quality, the fleeting moment that can never be replicated. Impossible, dreamy, magic, moving, and devilish, not kin to order.
