52 Bunch Of Flowers I Bought Myself by Julia Schauenburg
“I had a bunch of flowers in my living room that was getting old and dry and it had started looking quite sculptural, turning into something else. I was watching them die and started thinking about what they stood for and how they were cut and sacrificed for the pleasure of the moment. It got me wondering how the gesture of giving flowers implies the desire to manifest an emotion which is timeless in it’s nature. I saw the dying of the flowers as a beautiful metaphor for the moment when romance turns into nostalgia. I somehow liked the idea then to take it upon myself to buy myself flowers once a week for a year, in an act of self honour, I would then watch them die and take their portrait as a document of their existence, a sacrifice for my pleasure and a gesture of romance. It was a pretty wonderful thing to do.”
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