At the age of six, I placed a flower in a bottle. My mother stood behind me, looked at it, and said, “That’s right.” In that moment, the world seemed to shift, though nothing in it had changed. After that, I began to look closely at images of flowers—from the seventeenth century to the present. What I found compelling was not the flower, but the movement of vitality in images over time. In the twenty-first century, I work with the instruments of my own time. Photography connects the present to the past, revealing a continuous relation among images.
