Colorful Flowers



Using 40,138 handmade flowers, we are hoping to create an art installation, with Artist Katie Hanning, to show Bristol that this vast number of people are unseen providing hours of care while not being recognised or correctly supported. Each flower represents one carer in Bristol* as well as being a physical reminder of the care that is needed to support something that is delicate and "living", for it to be able to thrive.


We cannot achieve this without your help!

We need your help to make some of these flowers! 


Can you help show support to carers? 

Carers are saving the UK government £530 million every day of the pandemic (Carers UK, 2020) due to many crucial face-to-face support services such as day centres and schools significantly reduced or in many cases closed. Carers are doing around the clock care without respite. All while being unpaid or paid Carers Allowance which when dived by the required 35 hour weeks minimum needed to be eligible this amounts to just £1.92 per hour. It is time for carers to be noticed and heard! We have clapped for carers while thinking of the NHS paid staff, and while these professionals are truly amazing, carers need their name reclaimed!

* In the 2011 census, there were 40,138 registered carers in Bristol, including me, this number will have increased since then.

We have been consulting with many carers, artist and the community of Bristol on this Art Installation idea!

The next questions are:

Who can help us make 40,138 flowers!

Can you help?




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Poem and Song
written using 40,138 project as an inspiration.

Flowers by Sue Skinner July 2021

No woman is an island, it’s hard to sit inside alone
Waiting for the world to get back into a zone
Of togetherness and healing, of body mind and soul,
When all around us fear and loss and sickness take their toll.

Can you feel the weary weather as the rainclouds start to form
The atmosphere is building you are waiting for the storm,
The stifling heat is pulsing through your body, through your veins,
You need a resolution yet still there is no rain.

But the white birds are on the wing, they fill the skies above
Foretelling change about to come as peace comes with the dove.
The birds turn into clouds, and then the raindrops land
Gentle as a feather dropped from an angel’s hand.

The raindrops feed the thirsty earth, the buds begin to grow
And we begin to dream of changing new lives for old
And friends will hold hands again and sing a joyful song
And dare to make new memories to replace the ones long gone.

May your dreams turn into butterflies that sip the nectar sweet
On the breezes of a summer morn, the dew beneath your feet
May your wishes become flowers that bloom after the rain
Inhale their heady perfume and wash away your pain.

Here’s a flower for a lover and for the ones that love you too,
An angel feather for a friend who never made it through,
A cuddle for the baby you’ve not had chance to meet
And a million kisses for a brave new world let loose upon the breeze.

FlowersAndy Langton
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