In the summer of 2024, I collected 365 fallen day-lilies, flowers that bloom for only a day. I dried them in my basement, preserving their colors and scent. Installed in a grid, the work reflects on time, decay, and our need to preserve and control.
To accompany the flowers, l asked an Al to write a poem about daylilies using exactly 365 letters. From a 100-year-old French poetry book, I cut out each letter and reassembled them into the Al's words, merging the new and the old, the digital and the tactical
