The Sick Rose, by William Blake
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
This image is my interpretation of a floral still life arrangement. I've always been fascinated by those old paintings of flower arrangements that were so popular amongst Dutch still life painters in the 17th century. In part, this fascination stems from the fact that the pretty trappings of such images were ultimately meant to convey a rather morbid message about mortality and the transience of all things. Here I constructed my interpretation of such an image, using cow trachea "stems,", chicken foot "flowers," and some fallen duck gizzard "fruit" for the finishing touch. I chose to use only chicken feet with visible sores an disease markers for this shot, in part because I liked how the sores make up the central region of each flower, and in part because I felt like it worked better with the underlying visual metaphor of the piece.
Initially I composed that image vertically, since most of those old floral still life paintings were composed in that manner. But, for whatever reason, I just couldn't find a crop that I liked and ultimately I ended up breaking with tradition by adding the negative space to the (camera) right of the image for a horizontal composition that I like much better. (Probably all for the best anyway, since the web punishes you for shooting tall...)
This wasn't my first pass at building a floral arrangement from those ingredients. A less minimalist variant is this one:
Here I kept the same basic ingredients, but also added some real dead flowers and plant life, along with the pig heart and intestines.