So many poems pay homage to wilted flowers— how they attest to the fleeting nature of time, the transitory nature of youth, the impermanence of earthly things… And yet what makes most flowers look dry, shriveled, or colorless gives these flowers a new life entirely.
A generous layering of ruffles, deep pink ombre shading, and even the pronounced grain within each petal… Such beauty rivals that of any freshly blooming rose. I was blown away.
So many poems pay homage to wilted flowers— how they attest to the fleeting nature of time, the transitory nature of youth, the impermanence of earthly things… And yet what makes most flowers look dry, shriveled, or colorless gives these flowers a new life entirely.
A generous layering of ruffles, deep pink ombre shading, and even the pronounced grain within each petal… Such beauty rivals that of any freshly blooming rose. I was blown away.
