#FMSHBM zine!



Flowers My Sons Have Brought Me is a documentation of the little offerings my young sons bring to me on a near daily basis. A tiny warm fistful of daisies - “Mama!”. It never fails to twist my heart strings.

These commonplace gifts are given freely and in such abundance it is hard to treasure each one. Nor do they last long. Tiny flowers picked with such short stems, all I can do is float them in a teacup. So as a way of preserving their simple beauty, I started instagraming them with the hashtag #flowersmysonhasbroughtme. But instagram is almost as fleeting as the flowers themselves. A few likes and after a few hours, the photo is buried deep in the stream…. as good as gone.

I was frustrated by the disposable nature of our digital age, I wanted something to hold on to. My old 90s polaroid camera got brushed off and it was exciting to hear the click and whirr and the shrill whine of the flash. But I was shocked by the lack of control, the randomness. The polaroids felt so rough and raw. Each shot takes an hour to develop, so far removed from the instant fix of instagram. 

But through the fog, the images slowly developed and some how it felt like looking into the future. One day my children will see these photos, while the instagrams will have faded forever into the digital cosmos.

So here are the polaroids and instagrams, the flowers and the love. All mixed up so completely I couldn’t ever separate them.


Here are the flowers my sons have brought me.

24 page zine.
Hand bound.
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