Seedlings is looking for the real, the secret, the sacred, the alternative – what ‘natural’ means to you or the authentically artificial – the wisdom of your years or your teenage attempt at freedom – a portrait of your garden and its own memories of you – what you learnt from humiliation – your grandad’s last forgotten apple core from that holiday in Lowestoft – the alley between the garages where you were foraged brambles – the bench where you sat and listened to the whole of the the whole of the moon – the way your partner clicked their heels when you dropped them home after your first date – which flower means hope and which means hunger – the paw-prints of a fleeing fox – rewarded faith.