Suspend light and time upon a single flower and we may capture a microcosm of universal forms, cellular fires, velvet folds, and infinite fractals.
But to composite this living organism, one moment over another is to capture a sensual slice of its infinite self. It's the suggestion of the amorphous onto the solid, of movement within stillness, of three dimensions within two, and of vibrant color within shifting chemical polarities. Two moments merge as in dream and we can sneak into the flower's essence, touch its own imagination and take the measure of its character.
Within this breathy continuum, we can find the urge to dance where there's complacency, to mourn where there is darkness, to organically evolve into the light, and to timely animate our souls - teaching them the dawn of breath and the rhythmic peace bound to each exquisite sigh. - Michael Mollick