The first time I came to London, while I was walking around the town, I never felt bored because I could enjoy seeing all the beautiful trees and blooms growing in the neighborhood gardens. I couldn’t stop taking so many pictures; even ordinary ivy overflowing from the wall looked beautiful. Each garden was so different, with its own character.
I still remember my first garden party in midsummer at my friend’s house, where I met many lovely people and shared stories with them. Day trips to gardens with my friend on sunny days, wandering through gardens bursting with flowers, often made us lose track of time. Sometimes we were caught in the rain, but we even enjoyed seeing the reflections of the garden in the puddles after the shower. I treasure those times in my memory. This installation represents my imaginary garden, as it reflects what my garden might look like if I could finally have one of my own one day. At the moment, I am having so much fun in my tiny balcony, which is my comfort zone and helps me relax no matter what difficulties I might face. It also makes me truly appreciate each stem of flower, as I’ve come to better understand how much effort is required for them to grow.
The pressed flowers in this installation come from many different English growers, with whom I enjoy talking about our shared love for flowers. Sometimes, I traveled over an hour by train to collect a precious bucket of blooms—but I never minded. Many flowers also come from the gardens of my friends who always support me and generously let me cut interesting things from their spaces. Additionally, some are foraged or grown on my tiny balcony. I also pressed a lot of flowers after the events so that I did not waste them when they were still good to use.