Whizzing, whizzing through the air I’ve left the anther to fly sky high sucked up by a monstrously large bee. My waxy spikes kept my precious sperm safe on the anther but now we’re flying I know not where.

Ahhh, I’ve landed on something beautiful – maybe a pistil, maybe a female cone, I can’t tell. I am so excited I put two sperm cells straight into her ovule… ahh home at last, the revered female gametophyte.

But watch, watch out, there might be insects here, or palnivore mites, it’s so dangerous. Oh I wish now I had hopped over to my mother flower’s stigma and self- pollinated, but it’s too late, the bee sucked me up into his deadly flight and now it’s too late. Watch out, watch out for the pollen-eating insects. Will I survive?

Photographic prints, fishing line, fishing tackle, 74cm diameter
Stokholm Independent Art Fair, Sweden