It’s the downhill run to the end of term and I confess to being a very tired little bunny. Between the book contract, two part time jobs and full time study since January, all I want to do is take long naps with the Iron Paw and watch 70s sci fi repeats. Perhaps then I might find the whatever-it-is I need to care about the flowers again.
in the interim, samples of class assignments.
Clockwise from the top left…
My take on a hamper, called ‘How to survive your PhD submission’. This is what some kind soul needed to give me about three weeks out from submitting. It’s got appropriately dark and moody flowers along with anti inflammatories and painkillers, because you back or your neck or your wrists will have gone out in protest. Rescue remedy and vodka to deal with the panic. Couscous, chocolate and other forms of carbs. A memory stick because you can NEVER have too many back ups and finally, a novel, as a gentle reminder that one day before you die, you will learn to read for pleasure again.
A bridal bouquet with buttonhole and corsage in purples, a practice run for a bride who has since changed her mind about the colour scheme.
A floral response to a place, the heritage listed University House at ANU. The recycled cake tin echoes the lean times of the post war era, and the placement of the flowers echoes the traditional university enclosed college transplanted to the Australian landscape.
An ‘alternative’ bridal bouquet. Built on a structure of kitchen implements, it is entirely edible with roses, lavender, brussel sprouts, spring onions and a variety of herbs like bay, rosemary and curry plant. The bride got the sieve and the bridesmaid carries the spatula.
My task for next semester? To get better at photographing my work…