A personal journal of my garden, the flowers that grow there and the changing seasons. A place for sharing the thoughts, observations and inspirations that find their way into my botanical sculptures.
I rarely walk through the garden without taking a photograph. Over time, these images have become a visual notebook, reminding me of a particular bloom, the way a petal caught the light, or a stem that twisted in an unexpected way. They are often where a new paper plant begins. The garden has always been a place of refuge for me. It is where I slow down enough to notice the things that are easily missed. A petal beginning to unfurl. A tendril reaching for something to climb.
There is something quietly enchanting about my garden in early summer — not grand or sprawling, but tucked just enough away from the world to become one’s sanctuary. The Beauty of the South Garden The south garden is a special place. Although it’s meant to bask in sunlight, it lives in soft dappled light filtered through my neighbors' hedges and trees. This creates a unique ambiance. Here, my roses flourish — each bloom is like a gentle firework of form and color. They gracef
