Dream Blossom XXXVIII, 2026 | Open Edition
_______________ 'The kaleidoscopic colours and lighting in the photographs evoke both the hues and strobes of rave culture with its PLUR values (Peace, Love, Unity, Respect), and stained glass windows in an ancient church' Lucy Davies, New Photography of the Flower, 2025 _______________ The Meaning of Flowers I was more focused on making political work, whether it be about drug addiction or the situation in Northern Ireland. To take something like flowers and really try and make the subject matter your own is difficult. Gareth McConnell, Frieze Week, 2021 Meaning of flowers: Hibiscus. Rare and delicate beauty Violet (purple). First love Foxglove. Insecurity Fern. Magic, enchantment Poppy. Imagination, oblivion, eternal sleep Depictions of flowers in McConnell’s works: It could be said that, commencing with dead or plastic flowers, McConnell has worked through many hierarchies of floral representation . . . A poignant, beautiful photograph . . . an ominous, soiled, light switch in an undertaker’s, Carrickfergus in Northern Ireland (NOTE), some kitsch flowers embossed on the wallpaper behind it. A poignant, beautiful photograph . . . a sad and soiled mattress with a machine-stitched flower pattern decoration. A poignant, beautiful photograph . . . a vintage tin of butobarbitone (a lighthearted barbiturate derivative) in front of which are some flower petals, the flowers made from what is probably a cheap, oil based plastic (moulded, extruded, or pressed). The light in the butobarbitone photograph has fallen on the tin and flowers with an improbably patient, calm, gradation of tone. A less poignant, but similarly beautiful photograph . . . poor Mickey Waldorf’s flat – Mickey and some desiccated, real flowers. RIP Mickey and his desiccated flowers, gone into finality – the absolute. Poppy. Imagination, oblivion, eternal sleep (£10 bag) McConnell’s lost childhood friends: Stuart – murdered George – suicide Patrick – suicide Jim – alcoholic death John – alcoholic death James – killed by police Glen – murdered Winky – alcoholic death Stephen – suicide Flowers and flower colours. God’s colours. Honour thy mother and father . . . take pleasure in the deep petal beauty of the rose – the roseate, alcohol dependent noses of the fathers. Or flowers as identifier codes of sectarian loyalties. Make a nice flower arrangement for your home: white lily (republican), orange lily (loyalist), shamrock (Ireland), and opium poppy (addicts). Or haemorrhage colours – the pretty flower colours of disease. Or fine Liberty print shirts with dried blood and crusted mucous on them – also good for the home. Note: the movement of blood from the vein up into a syringe during injection is what addicts call ‘drawback’ – the blood creates shapes within the drug liquid in the syringe that are known as ‘flowers.’ The syringe as a giant illuminated lava lamp in a warm, dark room – the flower rises, and the flower falls Natural form, contours, leafage. Flowers on trees. Blossom. McConnell’s night flowers – fabulous and magnificent. (Urban flowers as an epitome of the mood of the nocturnal city – see City of Dreadful Night, James Thomson, 1874). Trees and their flowers revealed by the police under the light of their police torches, police car headlights, and police helicopter searchlights. Wake up 4.00 am, aggressively noisy helicopter in the area, don’t feel good, can’t find light switch, need a piss, don’t want to wake sleeping partner, use phone screen light only, not the torch function, see illumination of McConnell’s framed night flowers print and its shadow – a mood altering choreography, across the wall and up to the ceiling. Psychedelic: Psyche was a very attractive goddess in Greek mythology – started off as a mortal, well known to be wild, ended up in rehab, shagged a not so nice man, aristo, also a newcomer, both got thrown out, got tattoos of each other’s name on their arms, split up, got back together again. Psyche got clean in the end . . . became a goddess, takes a meeting in Shepherd’s Bush. Flower tattoos, total prison muscularity, Jean Genet, spunk everywhere Dutch still life flower paintings. Paint flowers for money. Van Gogh. Poverty. Romance, suicide, blood . . . McConnell’s photograph of his partner Crista, breastfeeding their tiny new born child, Sorcha, in a hospital bed. Crista in a stately exhaustion, her eyes shut. A very large, very symmetrical, flower tattoo on her shoulder. McConnell’s The Dream Meadow . . . forms of prayer, church flowers, the church of flowers, the flowering church, the flower of youth. McConnell’s Frieze Week flowers – ecstasies of trippy-beauty – effervescence and fluorescence. Post-contagion-hedonism-colours. McConnell’s Frieze posters/down in the dark in the tube/intense sugar colours, growing out of the fertile, warm dust of London’s tube platforms. McConnell’s specialist horticultural knowledge makes his flowers retinally absolute – pure, Class A, medicinal grade. Flash. Flash. Flash. Separation and disjunction. The retina’s relationship of service to the brain becomes a little less servile – render unto brain seizure that which is brain seizure’s . . . McConnell’s flowers. Coloured shadows. Slippage. De-registration. Screaming colour. Narcissistic, posturing, pop star tight-balls-trousers colours. Synaesthesia colours and intimate human perfumes. Vertiginous planes of colour as seen by the industrious bee on his or her daily commute to the flower convenience store. The engorged take-me-to-bed-and-fuck-me flower colours of sex. An explosion of petals in a Northern Ireland flower stall, many people brought to violent orgasm Pleasure. Total. The floral. McConnell your florist McConnell photographs his daughter Sorcha holding up his newly made flower prints, just off the printer. Large prints, super intense, rich colours. Sorcha’s face cropped off by the top of the prints. Only her hands and feet are visible. She wears protective gloves, to keep the super-desirable art object print pristine. McConnell photographs his daughter doing this over, and over, again – a long series. Hello Sorcha! Bless all the children Psychedelia. Flower power. Power sharing. Kaleidoscopic. LSD-ish packet of dangerously over coloured sweets, one ridiculously labelled as rose flavour, pig gelatine, from the corner shop. David Attenborough – impeccable, natural world time lapse photography, flower growth. Time lapse of Attenborough getting older and the planet getting worse – a suspicion it must be Attenborough’s fault, somehow. Millions of years of old National Geographic magazines and their macro flower photography, their colossal weight creating a new sedimentary rock layer. Amateur photography: ten hundred billion trillion photographs of flowers in parks and gardens, including McConnell’s grandparents, when he was growing up. Kodachrome. Paramilitaries: Paramilitaries are a kind of Northern Irish indigenous shaman, with magico-religious belief systems and powerful automatic weaponry. Paramilitaries practice as intermediaries between the human and the spirit worlds. They radically expand consciousness by issuing punishment shootings and beatings for anti-social behaviour, including for children and teenagers, and by administering powerful drugs to their communities, including the Class A ‘flower power’ drugs LSD, DMT, psilocybin, and MDMA. In a profound paradox of spiritual learning, devotees may simultaneously buy drugs, and be shot for taking them. Thus do the paramilitaries serve their communities; by dispensing drugs and spells, communicating with spirits, shooting adults and children, and escorting the dead to the afterlife. Flower: a) The seed-bearing part of a plant, consisting of reproductive organs (stamens and carpels) that are typically surrounded by a brightly coloured corolla (petals) and a green calyx (sepals) b) The finest individuals out of a number of people or things The finest individual stood, swaying, on lager and a nice bit of toilet-cistern flavoured Charlie, in the centre of the vibrant crowd of young people. A male. His masculinity proved by his seed bearing, reproductive organs, somewhat apparent beneath the premium viscose and cotton mix of the groin area of his trousers. Floral pattern on shirt. You used to get beaten up, in the old days, for being a homosexual, if you wore a floral shirt like that. These finest individuals are typically surrounded by other brightly coloured finest individuals. Fight each other later. Girlfriends drag them off each other Mental Beauty and Poverty and The Silence of Flowers . . . Arborvitae: unchanging friendship, Aster: symbol of love, daintiness. Bachelor’s Button: single blessedness. Basil: good wishes. Bay tree: glory: Begonia: beware. Belladonna: silence. Bittersweet: truth. Black-eyed Susan: justice. Bluebell: humility. Borage: bluntness, directness. Butterfly weed: let me go. Chrysanthemum, red: I love you. Chrysanthemum, yellow: slighted love. Chrysanthemum, white: truth. Clematis: mental beauty. Clematis, evergreen: poverty The Meaning of Flowers: Milltown Omagh Sean Grahams Enniskillen Weeping families in black – not psychedelia Flowers Flowers in and on hearse vehicles Linked arms Carrying coffins with flowers Crowds – holding flowers TV cameras – filming the flowers Police – standing beside the flowers Enemies can see the beauty of each other’s flowers Flower wreaths – mums, dads, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts, friends, colleagues, local tradespeople, neighbours (NOTE) 1998. This was the year of the Good Friday Agreement. Neal Brown