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…
Absolutely no twin sets or rule books here.
Anthony Ward, dancing with flowers (YouTube)
Yep. Had a birthday. I am now perilously close to fifty.
It was a good day. I jumped on a bus and went to Sydney. Interviewed a lady who was described to me when we were introduced as the Constance Spry of Australia. So I’ve now found a postdoc project!
The following day I had my very first trip to flower market. I thought I did very well to only come home with two bunches of double tulips, given I was navigating sydneys trains and the 3 1/2 hour bus trip back to Canberra. Miraculously I didn’t break a single head.
The flower market was like nothing I have ever seen before. A ginormous shed stuffed to the brim with flowers that made me cry with happiness. Whole stalls just devoted to orchids. The biggest tizziest disbud chrysanthemums in readiness for Mother’s Day, and the sexiest purplely black callas. Droooooooooooooooool.
I maybe perilously close to 50 now but it is deeply comforting to know that I finally found my thing. It’s better that I found it now rather than in 10 or 15 years time, when I’m still relatively young and fit enough to do the work. Course it would have been nice to have escaped the misery of the last 10 years, but I can only hope there’s gonna be some unforeseen pay off from the sweat and tears that went into that PhD.
In the interim I’m going to practice being grateful for all the good things that I do have. The Iron Paw, my lovely warm house, my own garden, delightful friends, loving family. The luxury and the beauty of flowers, and being able to learn from them.
I feel like I have a very great deal to catch up on!
It’s been a very busy spring. Between a major garden expansion, the continuation of my floristry night classes and getting my thesis accepted for publication, I have barely written a thing. I also got my first floristry client too, and her reaction to the flower crowns I made for her gave me sufficient internal fortitude to enrol in professional floristry training.
My main priority between now and when classes start next year has to be revising the thesis in order to meet my publication deadline. This is a strange process. I haven’t picked up my PhD since I submitted it and reading it again now in depth is highly illuminating.
Part of me is still astonished that I passed. I feel like I am falling into a tunnel as I read it, and that’s exactly what it felt like to write it. I was in an ever shrinking world. It is true what they say about specialisation. You get to know more and more about less and less. I see how, as I leap from one highly esoteric point to another, how far gone I was. Stress will do that to a girl.
It feels good to be making something more beautiful and accessible out of that raw material. But I still have to wonder. Why does this process have to be so punishing. I am currently watching two women friends walk this same path, and it’s not right. Learning should not be this stressful and this painful.
Processes of learning are significant right now given that I am a student again. I went back to look at all the photos I have taken of what I made in classes this year and what I have practiced on my own. Quite apart from realising that it was indeed a busy year, I also realised that for the VERY FIRST TIME EVER I kept my new year’s resolution. I wanted 2016 to be a year of creativity. It sure was. And here’s a few photos to prove it.
Thanks to everyone who has followed my adventures this year, have a wonderful rest of the year and joyful start to 2017. May all your dreams come true.