We were staying in Cornwall, at the home of a friend. I went for a walk, with a folded sheet of paper and a roll of sellotape.
In the fields and on the high, wild cliff edges, I picked this lot, sticking them into my booklet as I proceeded, sorting loosely by colour.
Can I tell you what they are? No. Not all. But they include fragments of foxglove, red clover, white clover, buttercup, and fuchsia.
Immediately afterwards, I scanned it, then forgot about the flowers for nearly five years.
Having rediscovered it, I’ve printed a limited number of copies on art paper with archival inks. I think they look beautiful.