the older i get, the more i realise how much i need to reconsider my perceptions and embedded cultured understandings.
the whole notion of the ‘dead head’ in the flowering plant has been something i’ve grown up with from a child, and have continued to use it and adhere to it somehow as a gardener. why? leaving the Queen of the Night Black Tulips in the vase over the last three weeks tells me it’s very little to do with ‘dying’ and all to do with time and light and the next moment. this is nothing new. just a reminder.
Artist and producer working across media and form, often making art with other people arising from context and place. Sue began collaborating as a teenager in a girl punk band, going on to work in live performance in the UK and internationally, including as a Lecturer at Dartington College of Arts in Devon. Commissions include work for festivals and non arts organisations. Sue also works in community and movement building around climate in her home town of Frome, Somerset, and as project lead for Future Shed Frome. Sue also convenes an experimental online Art Club with artist Joff Winterhart.
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So true. At one point I ran around the garden dead heading everything and keeping it trim but then I finally learnt to leave the heads and stems be and watch them swell out and frost like prickly stars in winter and go to seed.
Sue Palmer - artist & producer 
So true. At one point I ran around the garden dead heading everything and keeping it trim but then I finally learnt to leave the heads and stems be and watch them swell out and frost like prickly stars in winter and go to seed.