Remember the fringed gerbera I posted last month? Those delicate things didn’t keep for long as the woman at the flower stall insisted they didn’t need florist’s wire to stay upright. Two days later they hung their heads, as you can see below. So I cut them fairly short and put them in votive candle holders.
From that point on the summer heat wave did its best to send them on their way to their decline. At some point I realised I hadn’t looked at them for a few days, and oh my… you wouldn’t have recognised the things. Each of their parts was unrecognisable, but not in a bad way. My first thought was Beauty In Decay, so I spread the parts out on a white wooden surface as best I could, because it all fell apart in my hands.
It was the most beautiful mess of flower remains I’ve ever seen, from colourful pieces to ethereal. I tried to capture every single part, so I’ll be posting each one separately over the next few weeks.