Flowers In A Vase No. 1
Blossom
Blossom Series
Dust To Life Sub-Series
Abstract Drift
Acrylic On Canvas 24x30
One - One
Inconnu's 2025
Beauty in stillness, like flowers in a vase, the flowers stay still in the beauty of itself, the beauty in the stillness prevails, like the same stillness of the water in the vase, the flowers stay still; suspended in the water, suspended in time, their stillness of life like the movement of life itself, from seed to blossom, to their final stroke of life, being flowers in a vase, to be seen to the eyes that loved those flowers to have on a flower vase, to just admire its beauty in their stillness of life, flowers like a work of art…
Wisdom in stillness, not reactive but just still, observant to every movement, stillness in every movement, stillness in the moment like tasting and feeling the touch of life right at the middle of the flower, like a blossom touching one’s senses, to just admire the flowers on the tree as it blossoms into its fullest fruition,,,
Neutrality of the flowers in the stillness of time, like the wind blowing over those flowers, moving them like a movement of the arts, but is just the movement of life with nature being one as whole, the stillness of nature…
Stillness nature, like a forest that each year it blossoms it dries but if you see it right at the present moment is just stillness of nature, like magic to the human condition in every aspect with the interaction of the forest with ones own being, like a blue sky or a lake with fresh water, or just flowers drying up, is just nature in the stillness of life going with time in the aging of life, like an aged wine that had the best blossom and the driest summer, just as it turns flowers into dust, like dead flowers in a perpetual darkness, the aging of life goes on, in ones perception and in the surface, but to just see a blue sky like petals in the dust there is just energy in the perception of life, only seen in the stillness of life, to ones own perception of being dust, like a cremated body of art in the dust of those flowers, or it could be like dust in the perception of life, like petals of a beautiful rose that some day is going to be dust in the wind, only the ones that see the movement of life, will know there is something else in life, deeper than one may think, the beauty of life like a mystery to ones own perception of life, just to be dust in the wind and not holding back to anything is being free with life, to where the wind takes that dust that can give life to new life…
To cease to exist, to live behind one's own eyes, or to cease to un-exist behind others eyes, to become the fruition of life, or to succumb with the scrutiny of the surface of things...
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Lune in the winds of the sky...
Lune collects her flowers from her forest cabin, very time her flower vase needs new flowers, but this time Lune decides to keep the dying flowers to dry, she places the dying flowers in jar with cover, while she plans to make some Love Fire for a rainy cold night at the forest cabin, she plans her night of Love Fire in a few weeks that is going to be Silas birthday, she wants to make something he will never forget, and she knows that with love and fire she will have a night he will never forget,
Lune collects more flowers from her forest, now that her flower vase is empty she looks for more flowers, she collects only the flowers that are ready to be cut, she fills her basket as she plans to have more dry flowers for Silas birthday, she fills her flower vase with fresh flowers, as the days pass the flowers start to die, Lune decides today is the day, to cut new flowers and to see if she will need more flowers for what she is for Silas birthday almost one week away;
Lune grabs her jar with cover from the same set of flower vases she grabs another smaller jar with cover, now the flowers completely dry, she grabs them and crushes them with her hands on to a big plate, she crushes them almost to dust, as Lunes sees how deep life can be from petals to dust with her own eyes; her eyes open up and she sees a glimpse of life in a blink of her eyes, from something delicate of life from growth to dying by the passing of time, life like a still life painting, there is just the passing of time in the stillness of life, to life on the surface of the aging of life in the movement of time, only with the stillness of mind one could see things clear, like water in a flower vase with fresh flowers; Lune then keeps the dust on the smaller jar with cover, she sees her dying flowers and feels the smell they acquire after being in the flower vase for a week, she cuts the stem and places the dying flowers in the jar with cover, she places her fresh flowers on the flower vase with the same water of the previous flowers, just to make those flowers dry on time for what she is planning in a few days, as the days pass Silas birthday get closer, Lune check one day before as she sees her flowers still on water are completely dry, she grabs her other flowers in the jar with cover, she then cuts the stem from the flowers still in water, she once again turns them into dust, she fills her small jar with cover, now with her small jar is full of dust Lune places it above the chimney and she asks Silas if he could bring more logs for the chimney;
Lune then goes to buy wine and Silas present, she goes into town to some stores in Dusk Drive where she knows she’ll find something interesting for Silas, she walk by the book store, but she knows she’ll find something a few stores down the street where they opened a new art gallery, she walks in the store and sees a wide variety of paintings, but there is one that caught her eye, she sees a painting that she know it will combine perfectly with her flower vase set she loves, she sees the painting all colorful made mostly from small dots, colors that remind her of her flowers, she buys the painting and goes back to the cabin, Lune hides the painting with the wine, just to surprise Silas, as she plans to ask Silas to have dinner at the cabin and other day to celebrate their birthday back at their house close to the city.
Silas is back from work and brings Lune the logs for the chimney, they have a cold night at the cabin sleeping next to the chimney they both enjoy while making love on a cold dark night, they drink some wine and enjoy the night, just for Lune to be excited for tomorrow she’ll be making some passionate Love Fire, something Silas will never forget….
Fire Of Love,
With Love
From The Flowers of The Forest
To lick or not to lick, before is dusk, before is dust, before is lost in the fire of love…