Our lovely cherry blossom has had a brief moment of celebration and is now falling like snow over the the front garden. No wonder the Japanese make a huge festival at this time of year, its so fleeting. I resisted the temptation to drink warm sake sitting outside under the tree, but I cut a small amount and set up some silk as a background to try and capture some of that oriental magic. The Japanese for cherry blossom is sakura, and the ‘hand’ is from Tate Modern. A mixture of ancient and modern, if you like.
I also borrowed a Japanese knife from a friend and set this as a hard, long lasting contrast against the soft and ephemeral sakura blossom.