I love processed flowers and floral montages etc and inflict them on the unwitting public on a fairly regular basis. These images were taken a couple of weeks back of a plant that was smothering itself with misted lilac and amethyst on its way to devouring a fence in Sawyers Bay. The tweaking I gave them attempts to convey the face-hugging sensory assault that it presented; the pure, almost synthetic purples and the brilliant puissance of its perfume, which lay coiled like a host of tiny vipers in the florets, striking you in the face as you leant in. |
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