There is something incredibly moving about working with flowers, it’s a sensory experience, a quiet ritual. The passing of the seasons, the patience of waiting for a bloom to open. Walking through the garden, I am looking for that flower that will direct the next image, basket in hand, the air is heavy with fragrance, stems brushing against skin. A bumblebee, it’s furry behind poking out of a flower makes me forget about my worries, a smile forms, body relaxes and time seems to stop. Colours deepen in the afternoon light, it takes me to another place, away from the hustle, it’s peaceful and calming, the hum of insects, the gentle abundance of things grown without urgency. In the studio, the flowers become my materials, my paints, my canvas, my language. There is a relationship formed through touch and care, through tending and seeing. These photographs are a collaboration, a conversation between the garden and the artist and I care very deeply about showcasing these flowers as they truly are, authenticity at the heart of the creative process.