In Flower Tales, I construct letters, words, and stories of flowers and leaves. The photographed alphabet tended to be from freshly gathered flowers. For the installations, I gathered and dried flowers for many months. Coming from a Jewish orthodox family, I have been raised with a felt sense that words and thoughts create our reality. Haolam Nivra Bemamaro, The world was created by God's words. I think of the moment before the alphabet of my people. correlating to the Industrial Revolution. I am imagining people as hunters and gatherers were more attuned to the language of nature as they had to listen in closely, travel, and gather their livelihood as nature transformed season by season. That's how the idea of words made of plants began. I started thinking what if the words we share are different. Would our worlds be different? In the installation work, the flowers are placed on the floor. Architechtualy they construct the foundation of what we stand on. However, they are not glued; they are fragile and will stay put as they are if we choose to consistently maintain them.