The beauty of a flower can last long past the moment of it’s death. I spent much, much more time with this parched and withered sunflower than I did with any of it’s live brethren.


It had turned it’s face away, as if embarrassed by it’s age and wrinkles. It’s colour had gone and the soft petals were now rough and papery but it still stood statuesque above every other flower in the garden.






iPhone 5
Giclee print on rag paper, 12cm x 12cm
$200.00 framed, edition of 5