Some time between 2018 to now (probably early in my residency career), I reworked my pressed flower collection. I transferred the pieces from individual zip bags to A6 clear binders. I wanted something easier to admire, sort, and store.
In the process I had to let go of some flowers –and therefore some memories– that succumbed to moisture and to time. But I remain in love with the ones that have remained.
In this photo: flower from an old love letter (ancient enough that I might be able to give the first name of the guy who gave it, but not the last…), pieces from a very large bouquet that I ended up not giving to the intended recipient, a more recent moment from the time food markets were a craze, and sidewalk flowers from one of many sunset in Manila.
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My thoughts and words from 2018 remain true: I will live my whole life trying to capture the ephemeral. I will stretch our few seconds into eternities. I live in the present today, but my today will be yesterday and was my tomorrow. Flowers are forever.
The last time I was able to sit down with my collection was in August. There’re flowers from 2024 to present that I still haven’t labelled and sorted and displayed. They only carry a faint hint of memory now, but that can be worth preserving still.
To more whimsy –to more flowers— to more pathways lined with flowers.
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Read more: Permanence — 2018
Until next time! ♥
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