Tuesday, May 15, 2012

I don't know...

I'm not sure what it is about flowers that gives me the urge to draw them.  If you knew me, you'd know how odd an impulse it really is;  I don't like flowers.  People are always telling me to look at this flower or that flower, and inevitably they always ask "Isn't it beautiful?"  No, no it isn't.  I can appreciate them for their lines, for their shapes, for their colors, but that doesn't mean I think they're beautiful.  By the way, if you think they're so beautiful, then why cut them, put some water in a vase, throw the flowers in, arrange them to make them magically appear even more aesthetically pleasing, and stick the now dying flowers in a place where everyone can see them wither and pass into the next world?  
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  1. NBEHTMMay 15, 2012 at 11:36 PM

    " `Are there any more people in the garden besides me?' Alice said, not choosing to notice the Rose's last remark.

    `There's one other flower in the garden that can move about like you,' said the Rose. `I wonder how you do it -- ' (`You're always wondering,' said the Tiger-lily), `but she's more bushy than you are.'

    `Is she like me?' Alice asked eagerly, for the thought crossed her mind, `There's another little girl in the garden, somewhere!'

    `Well, she has the same awkward shape as you,' the Rose said, `but she's redder -- and her petals are shorter, I think.'

    `Her petals are done up close, almost like a dahlia,' the Tiger-lily interrupted: `not tumbled about anyhow, like yours.'

    `But that's not your fault,' the Rose added kindly: `you're beginning to fade, you know -- and then one can't help one's petals getting a little untidy.' " -Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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