“Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature, and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.”
- François Auguste René Rodin (1840 – 1917)
Time, timelessness.
Love, loved, beloved.
Less, more, enough.
Essence, appearance.
Substance, shadow.
Joy, grief, rage, peace.
Why?
Fresh flowers speak of love, joy, celebration, and solace. Floral art, hand-crafted from carefully dried blossoms and plants, speak longer and silently invite contemplation. Contemplation evokes memory, revelation, creation, and hope.
In the stillness of nothing urgent with time to think of nothing, what will you contemplate
