since my days of floristry, i have always felt the need to look inside the soul of flowers… to know them and their personalities. the drama of the rose, the grace of the lily, the will-fullness of the tulip. i see them as the jewelry of nature, but i also secretly believed that unlike ourselves, they are aware of their natural transience and yet blossom in unmeasured splendor.
annamaria germani‘s photography might have essence of chocolate box, but i was nevertheless touched by the translucency of her floral images and reminded again of their fragile beauty.