Everyone stops for the flowers. Afterwards, the seedpods hold the seeds until they’re ready, release them, and drop to the ground.

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Most people see a pod that’s finished its job. I see something closer to a mother: it held life, let it go, and deserves to be celebrated for it. That’s what Second Bloom means to me.

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I gather them on walks across the Darling Downs and around Australia. I trained in architecture and biomimicry, so I read each pod as a structure before I paint it.