Since childhood, everyone in my family loves flowers, my mom, my dad, my two brothers. Good food, art, music and literature were the main topics growing up in my house, but above all, I was taught that nature, trees and flowers are the greatest gifts life offers. I look up to flowers. I aspire to what they symbolize to our whole world, visible and invisible. I am surrounded by them. While my morning coffee brews, I make my selection for the next photoshoot. I look at them all around my small kitchen. That is where they are stored, with the AC on so that they live longer in the cool temperature. This first look is mutual, they look back and ask for their portrait. Other times, I have an idea just before falling asleep at night, and the next morning I march into the kitchen and begin the day. There is also the whole aspect of taking care of them, cutting the stems, changing the water, sometimes letting them dry out. They are my art supplies but also my companions in life. I always feel that we are in conversation. The rest of my house is filled with tools, props, vases and objects that I incorporate in my work. They sort of run my life, and it’s a good thing, a beautiful thing. I feel whole around them.

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About

Some view the flower as naive. Anna's work proves the opposite. Her photographs are portraits, imposing respect. The flower is no longer fragile; she is strong. She symbolizes this nature that bends to the elements. A real break in the world in which we live. The flower is a lady first and foremost. A feminist before its time. A cornucopia of culture, stories, and emotions.

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