FLORACULTURE is an exploitation of experiential beauty and aesthetics, especially as related to flowers. This includes the spaces we humans create for ourselves, whether public, private or in nature and the way humans creatively express thoughts and emotions materially and spatially; the thoughts and emotions our creations evoke in ourselves (as creators) and in others (as recipients).
I am constantly drawn to the human fascination with flowers.
Why do we have an emotional attachment to such fleeting beauties?
Consider the ways we attempt to immortalize flowers through our own human creations of art, artifacts, spaces and experiences.
The meaning that we give to flowers, both living and representative, is a reflection of our own complexities as creatures and creators.
Flowers are simultaneously simple, everyday pleasures and the punctuations on our most significant experiences such as birth, marriage and death.
Flowers are used to signify meaning, and to communicate with others.
We image flowers to embody character traits we ourselves value such as generosity, cheerfulness, grace, tenacity and friendliness.
Flowers are something we can influence through cultivation, yet also ultimately outside our control as they are natural (a part of nature).
FLORACULTURE is a place for flower enthusiasts: artists, scientists, designers, naturalists, homemakers, tastemakers, old, young, wealthy, poor, faithful and questioning, across time and cultures.
Our main mission was to join my aunt, cousins and their kids in their daily lives, so we went to football and volleyball games, attended a youth event at their church, and savored home cooked meals, crowded around the dining room table together. It was so good to catch up and spend quality time with them. However, we did also have some special adventures and meals out around the area.
When I first learned about Midtown Bramble and Bloom, I remember wondering “What exactly is a micro flower farm? And how does she grow enough flowers to sell or do a wedding?”
As a former Memphis resident, I used to go to Midtown on a regular basis. It is a quaint urban community, with small lots and charming homes. I figured that the owner of the farm, Marisa Mender-Franklin
If I am ever asked, I always name Birds Across The Sky, by Florence Page Jaques, as my favorite book. While it is true that I am passionate about flowers (making a memoir about bird an odd choice for a favorite), I have read this book several times and just enjoy it so much.
But first, a little background story… I found this book at a church resale fundraiser
When my first child was born, we made the mistake of not hiring a professional photographer to capture us as a new little family. This is something I have continued to regret. A few years later, we moved to St. Louis, and shortly after met Jill Fager, and her family. Turns out, we have a lot in common.