.. if you have had enough of my obsession with this image!
I was looking for things for my January nature table and my daughter proferred two tiny snowdrops (the green pot is just one inch high). The flowers were still closed and as I looked at it a wash of tenderness came over me, felt really towards my daughter but projected by me onto the snowdrops..
I decided to photograph them outside even though it was minus four out there. The frozen window of the shed looked like a good place but I had to prop up the little pot with a pebble on the sloping ledge. I knew as I was doing it that the stone was not quite right, but it was so cold I just made it do (it was interesting how many of you picked up on this). I was struck by the snowdrops' fragility - why does it flower in January? But I was also in awe of its resilience. Frost, snow, gales and rain - nothing stops it flowering. The recent wars have cast a long shadow on us all, and the images of suffering are seared into ur minds, and the two little bowed heads conjured up unbidden, media images of children fragile and vulnerable, so that the photograph became for me soomething deeply moving and precious.
What a heavy weight of meaning to put onto two innocent flowers!
But I think this is what we do. The Quakers have a saying that something speaks to your condition. Each person brinngs to a work of art their own history and unique sensibilities.
Tomorrow I will write about the aesthetics and why I am having it framed, and then I will change the subject. Promise!
I decided to photograph them outside even though it was minus four out there. The frozen window of the shed looked like a good place but I had to prop up the little pot with a pebble on the sloping ledge. I knew as I was doing it that the stone was not quite right, but it was so cold I just made it do (it was interesting how many of you picked up on this). I was struck by the snowdrops' fragility - why does it flower in January? But I was also in awe of its resilience. Frost, snow, gales and rain - nothing stops it flowering. The recent wars have cast a long shadow on us all, and the images of suffering are seared into ur minds, and the two little bowed heads conjured up unbidden, media images of children fragile and vulnerable, so that the photograph became for me soomething deeply moving and precious.
What a heavy weight of meaning to put onto two innocent flowers!
But I think this is what we do. The Quakers have a saying that something speaks to your condition. Each person brinngs to a work of art their own history and unique sensibilities.
Tomorrow I will write about the aesthetics and why I am having it framed, and then I will change the subject. Promise!
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