This is a flower I bought last week from Pike Place Market in Seattle.
Just imagine with me for a minute…
What kind of a man would make a thing like this? And what was going through his mind?
A thing so meticulously detailed and breathtakingly beautiful, though incredibly fleeting and fragile.
And indeed imagine the kind of man who would make not just one of these beauties but a thousand million billion of these fleeting wonders. The vast majority of which are not seen nor appreciated by human eyes.
What fascinates me is what kind of a man would be so shamelessly extravagant with something so seemingly fickle and temporal.
A man of extremes no doubt.
And wild in his delight and joy.
A man who makes things not so much for function but simply for beauty and for delight.
A man you would describe as fierce and gentle. Fierce and fiery in his desire though gentle and tender in his touch.
Not to mention he would be a man with the finest sense of colour coordination in the world.
And this would be a man so unlike any person I have ever known.