“The week before Trula died, she began spending entire days reclined in her field. Her body would be so still we’d come up closer to be sure she hadn’t left us. A slight movement of her head chasing a loose swallow, or a finger grazing a plucked blade of grass was enough. Tuesday night she had come into the kitchen after a particularly long 12 hours in her field. Her hair dishevelled like a bird’s nest. She looked at a rhubarb stalk on the table and said to us ‘all this time I’ve never seen the flowers growing, but they’re taller every morning’.” Paul Guilmoth
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We don’t often talk about how artists survive in the early days of their careers. Unlike actors, who we know to be waiting tables or doing bar work to make ends meet, artists are under intense pressure to project success, even when the market does very little to support their survival. Let alone their growth.

All images from At Night Gardens Grow by Paul Guilmoth, published by Stanley/Barker