It all started with childhood summers in Grandad Jack's Garden,of watching the cosmos and marigolds
grow, the smell of the tomatoes in the greenhouse, of catching butterflies and chasing the dog around
the grass. Inbetween helping the flowers grow I would climb up the step ladder and practice jumping
off it, and so it's with little surprise that I grew up to become a florist and a (very much amateur) aerial
artist.
A Teessider originally, I now live and work in central Scotland; Scottish people think I'm from Yorkshire and
Teessiders think I'm Scottish. Before becoming a Florist I worked as an Interior Architect, my love for concrete
1960's architecture remains, and when not surrounded by flowers, I sometimes draw and write stories about buildings that are being demolished. I love the winter months, Korean tv dramas and a good thunderstorm;
I dislike moths,tuna brine and pigeons, a lot.
My favourite flowers are sweet peas, mainly for the scent, partially for the frills.
Maybe one day I will get to combine my passions and you will find me cladding Cumbernauld Shopping Centre with flowers, reaching the roof by climbing up aerial silks. A girl can dream.
Grandad Jack was a constant inspiration, and supporter of Jack Fleuriste, but he was always far too busy drinking endless amounts of sugary tea and watching Boro FC get beat to be involved in the business side of things. Two of the most important things to Grandad were my Nanna Edith, and his garden, the memories of his inquisitive mind and passion for life continue to inspire Jack Fleuriste.
