“Where flowers bloom so does hope.” – Lady Bird Johnson
There’s beauty in everything – even in something ordinary that just grows wild in your garden or in your pavement; a flower that people tend to treat as weed can also be really beautiful. The yellow flowers features in this piece are quite common where I live, growing wildly as weeds and we are so accustomed to them that no one bats an eye, no one sits down with them or spares a few minutes of attention to them to appreciate their beauty.
These wildflowers are called “Asters” and they symbolise not only hope or a new beginning but so much more including being September’s birth flower, afterthoughts, fidelity, guardian…
How did this piece come about?
I was standing outside in my garden when these beauties caught my eye and it is true; I would never have generally noticed them, but that day they struck a chord within me. I walked over to the patches where they were and saw that they were not just in one area, they was spread across the entire garden. Here they were, standing magnificently tall but hidden amidst grass and other kinds of weeds – being weeds themselves, I am sure they were at home… yet I felt that they wanted something more that day. Perhaps that was why they called me to them. It was their pleas – “Pick me, I want to be something more, I want to be feel special and wanted, if only for a few seconds”.
I knew I was ending some of their lives but I obliged and plucked a few of them – the ones that whispered their urge to me the strongest. At that moment, I still did not know how I was going to glorify them until I took them inside and I knew I did not want something that lasts, I wanted their beauty to shine gloriously albeit temporarily. I wanted for them to bask in those strong glorious last moments with joy and pride. Thus I created this bed for them with materials that will not last; just like our lives do not last forever, neither do our deaths … and OH how brightly they shone! I think then, wouldn’t we as humans have those moments to? When someone ordinary blooms into someone spectacular? What is the catalyst and would these be drastic unpleasant experiences? For I do believe beauty will always be borne out of darkness. New beginnings will not start without some form of ending.
“The world only remembers what you did moments ago. You are defined by the burning seconds before you. So I say cheers to this; be relentless with your passion. With your art. With your love. Not for the sake of others, but for yourself. For your golden voice. Create wonderful things as if only those things spin the hands of time itself.” – Christopher Poindexter
I leave you with these words to think about, but do not ponder too long for I want you to go out there and shine!