we filled this place with flowers to veil our discomfort | maria antoniadou
Sun, look out for yourself!
—A.J. Wiertz, Oeuvres litteraues
While working for six months in a photographic darkroom, the only contact I had with direct sunlight was limited to two hours per day. During that time, I used to think about the way cut flowers need to adjust themselves from sunlight to any possible indoor environment. In the meantime, my place was full of flowers while I was trying daily to adjust my vision and senses within a dark space with artificial light sources. About a month later the national lockdown due to COVID-19 was announced, and I found myself within an apartment full of withered flowers longing for that sunlight again; for a place where those rays will have an entirely different sense afterwards.