

Memento Mori: Beauty, Impermanence, and What Endures
A tulip swirls and curls as it withers and dies. As I slowly recover from a year of what Katherine May so perfectly calls “wintering” — following the deaths of my deeply loved parents in quick succession at the end of 2024 and beginning of 2025 — I found myself returning to my Memento Mori series. These images were first created after the deaths of my in-laws, also greatly loved, and also lost within a short space of time. Grief, it seems, has a way of circling back, aski



















