In Transience, wind became the introduction. Like the camera, it became a partner in bringing the images to life. Nature became the painter. Where most art forms create from what is seen or remembered, photography gave me the chance to step back and allow something else to shape the frame. My role was not to construct, but to witness and present.

Each moment captured is imperfect. The bend of a stem, the blur of a petal, slightly unresolved. Yet it can never be recaught. That exact movement will not exist again.

Over twelve months I followed flowers as they rose and fell, bloomed and died. In their cycles of growth, death and return, I saw something of the human experience.

This work is not about flowers in the wind.
It is about the fleeting nature of existence.