flower meditation #5 | unnamed tulip at its peak
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every spring i am seized with the urge to draw flowers. it feels like the most distilled sort of visual meditation; an act of witnessing: time, beauty, evanescence, ephermality, life and death in a single living thing.
time travel:
2021, berlin | that night i stayed awake with a rose
2020, japan | i collected wildflowers on a run in the rice paddies and made a flower poem
2019, nyc | i painted minimalist flowers for poetry as prayer, and paired a flower with a poem
