The florist below my studio had a cooler emergency. He left white calla lilies on the street. I took them.

When I started photographing them I understood something: a calla at full bloom is already beginning its exit. The white is the last brightness before the turn. What I thought was rescue became a series about beauty at the precise moment before decay.

Deep black grounds. Selective focus. The spathe and stem pulled from context, held in light, handed back as temporary fact.

Archival pigment prints, face-mounted acrylic on Dibond. 45 × 34 inches. Edition of 7 + 2 APs.