Spring. My favourite season of all. It is the celebration of the re-birth of nature, after the cold and grey winter months.
I don’t just want to see it and observe it as an outsider. I want to live it. I want to be part of it. I want to be an element of the whole beautiful, organic and colourful mess.

Isolation makes me understand myself more in depth.
I’ve always known, how madly in love, I was with flowers, but I realised that my connection to them goes way beyond that.
Flowers are the main source of my inspiration, and they are the core elements of my photography.

When I have some cut flowers in my vase and they start to wilt , I wait … I do not have the heart to throw them away. For me, they do not loose their preciousness, just because they are fading away.  I let them dry out … I want to see their journey in whole … their metamorphosis from being lush and full of life to becoming transparent, showing their finest details under their ‘skin’, as they transform.

Flowers not only symbolise beauty for me, but somehow they are part of me… I’m connected to them in a way that I cannot explain. I miss them. Every day. No words to explain how much I’m longing to sit in a garden surrounded by millions of them. Even as a tiny toddler, all I wanted, is to be near them … According to my Mom, I would sit in my buggy, and as I was being pushed around, I would reach towards them, trying to touch them, and to embrace them to the fullest … Flower was amongst the first words that I said … I miss everything about them …

Isolation is the time, to be resourceful. We cannot crush. Cannot run away. We have to accept what we cannot have. What we can do, is to figure out, how to work with the hollow that this difficult time creates in us.
As for me, I’m unable to be in nature, and it creates a struggle in me, but I realised that I have many never published photographs of embracing Mother Nature in her fullest, and looking through those images makes me happy.
They give me hope that one day things will be all right …

I made a decision to use, what I have, to balance the constant longing for what I cannot access right now. I feel blessed that I have an amazing supermarket near my apartment, where I can get some fresh flowers once a week.
My bedroom has become an organic chaos, and it smells just like a flower garden.

Okakura Kakuzo, Japanese scholar said it wisely: “In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.”