A View on Flowers Flowers pull me into their aura. Like butterflies and bees. When the sun shines through their petals, I am mesmerised by their colors. Absorbing and reflecting the light. Endless variety of form, surface of their leaves, undulations, indentations, iterations, thorns, stamen and ovary. Focussed on their beauty, I circle around, kneel to compose a memory. To reflect. Life knows no straight lines, no clear path, no…












