A Dedication To My Wife

To whom I owe the leaping delight

That quickens my senses in our wakingtime

And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,

The breathing in unison

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other

Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

No peevish winter wind shall chill

No sullen tropic sun shall wither

The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only

But this dedication is for others to read:

These are private words addressed to you in public.  

T.S. Eliot

My elegant wife and her flower crown

In the moments after our guests had left I lay on the sofa and took a series of photos of the things around me, including a vase which holds some supermarket-bought roses. I had removed the leaves from each rose and placed a single white rose amongst the prevailing oranges and pinks. I like the effect and was inspired in a quiet way by "fleuriste romantique", Thierry Boutemy.
In the latest issue of The Plant Journal Clarisse Demory offers an interesting interview with Boutemy whose tactile and intuitive approach to flower arrangement elevates the craft to a level of art. He has worked for a long list of artists and filmmakers, including Matthew Barney and Sofia Coppola (Marie Antoinette).
Demory notes that during the interview she sees a Cy Twombly art book in Boutemy's studio which is intriguing as Boutmey's floral art would seem to embody the same "solemnity" and "lightness in form" that Boutemy speaks of when describing his love of Twombly's abstract canvas paintings.