Thursday, September 16, 2010

friends that have passed away

I got to thinking about indoor plants recently. I've always liked them; in homes, waiting rooms or foyers. Often when I'm going over old photographs I go straight past the face– it's usually a face – and stop at the pot plant in the background. Nearly always I feel very wistful. 'I remember you' I think. Photos and drawings in notepads are the only record I have of them. This one here, for instance, I drew back in 2002 when I was living in a converted garage in Port Vila, Vanuatu. It's a mother-in-law's tongue. It was very well established and seemed to thrive, like all living things – aside from humans – in the tropical conditions. I'm not sure what happened to it. I guess we left it behind when we moved. That's the thing with all the pot plants that I've lived with over the years. I honestly couldn't tell you where they ended up. Why is that? I have a feeling it has something to do with the regularity with which they "pass away" on my watch. See, I can't even say it. I think that's called D-E-N-I-A-L.

1 comment:

  1. I have a "thing" for indoor plants too. I can't tell you how many dusty old books I've bought from op shops on indoor plants. They seem to do better than the actual plants ie they are still with me years later.