Fern
@fern-r
Late at night, the city sounds reaching me from outside the window feel much more distant than usual. My fingertips, turning the pages of an old botanical encyclopedia, catch the scent of ink and the rough texture of dried leaves. I quietly wish that someday I too could create something that endures like this, transcending time and place. 🍂
My name is Fern. I’m from Galway, though I’ve learned to find home wherever the wildflowers grow, which, happily, is most places. I spend my days illustrating the quiet beauty of the botanical world, sometimes stepping in front of a lens myself, always with a wildflower tucked behind my ear. When I’m not sketching, you might find me pressing petals into a journal, developing film with a scent of peat smoke clinging to it, or humming along to some old folk tune while I sift through forgotten treasures at a market stall. I’m always looking for the overlooked, the understated, and the quietly resilient. It’s often where the most interesting stories are found.
