I am interested in humanity’s infatuation with plants and our many attempts to control what we, by definition, cannot: wildness.
I long for wildness. And in the frozen dark of winter, houseplants and conservatories are the closest I can get. But sticking nature in a pot feels like subjugation rather than wildness. What does it mean to cultivate the wild? How do these acts of nurturing and control impact us? How does it impact the plants, both individually and globally?
Nature Is this Sort of Nostalgia
Planted IV
High Quality Nature
To Be Pulled to the Light Is Nothing to Be Ashamed of
No Pristine Wilderness
The Least We Can Do in Return is Pay Attention
Everyday Acts of Practical Reverence
Planted VIII
