The Blood And The Bloom Comments

A symbolic reflection that weaves together the bittersweet nature of love and loss...and whilst these people and places may be woven into the fabric of us, that weave may fray, where there is a join or a seam, there will always be a weakness that may or may not endure. To enjoy the bloom, our hearts have to be prepared to bleed...if only a little...a visually strong opening especially with some wonderfully alliterative phrasing throughout.

She worked as a Saturday girl in a flower shop, and in December would slave night and day making holly wreaths, and come home with her hands like pin cushions. For 19 years we bloomed and bled.a little. Woven through it all: Lochinch woods, lochs and winding lanes.