Floracentric
We are growing something delicate here–plants, of course, but also community, joy, and hope. For us, and we suspect many of you, plants fulfill a spiritual need to be surrounded by life and to put forth energy to sustain that life. Plants bring beauty into our lives and expect kindness in return, a mission relevant to how we operate within our homes and out in the world. By supporting and exciting in the pursuits of gardeners, we hope, with your help, to build a bridge over the barriers that have guarded botanical knowledge as though it were a private privilege rather than a continuous act of caretaking for all creatures great and small.
We have so many dreams for how Floracentric may take root and flourish, and we are so excited to meet all of you, to see how your nourishment and love shapes us.
Flora-eccentrics
James Helms
A professional storyteller, James has been playing with dirt longer than he has been playing with cameras, so it was only a matter of time before he fused his two biggest artistic passions. Though admittedly the dirt is cheaper. After going through a quarter-life crisis at the ripe old age of 30 he found himself farming in Northern California where he discovered time-tested compost tea recipes, transplanted over 5,000 plants, and fell back in love with growing things in profound ways. He also fell in love with a huskie mix affectionately named Mendo, and the human/faery love of his life Ashanti, and their little cherub Cedar. They have been growing together in South Portland, Maine since 2018.
Libby wudg
“It’ll be fine,” Libby says about 10 times a day, and about 80% of the time she’s right, whether through sheer dumb luck or confidence based in real knowledge it is never clear. She rarely knows what the plant is called but she knows how to keep it alive. Much of her collection is grown from cuttings of plants that have been in her family for generations. She has two chaos goblin-kitties who refuse to pay rent but have conceded to helping prune the houseplants back regularly. She names the worms, snails, and bugs around the garden, can often be found trying to tickle bumblebee butts against their will, and we suspect is actually a woods witch stealing youth by nefarious means to maintain her current appearance.