Flowers In A Vase No. 1

Flowers In A Vase No. 1

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...

Lune in the winds of the sky...

• Blossom Series

• Dust To Life Sub-Series

• Abstract Drift

• Acrylic On Canvas 24x30 (includes the three piece ceramic set) 

• 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…