Photograms, Tulips.
The tulips sat in a vase, as usual, on our dining table for a fortnight, slowly decaying.
The density of colour, the deep, dark red became more beautiful the older they got.
When it was time to discard them I decided to photograph them.
As with much of my photography, it’s really a showing, a document. Showing and making a record of their beautiful simplicity. Arresting their decline.
Tulips seem almost too perfect when newly cut.
After time they take on contortions that have an almost human quality, revealing their formerly hidden inner parts.


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