It’s said that flowers are like fireworks in slow motion. I tend to agree, and like how this phrase pulls time into the comparison.
Flowers and fireworks are both used to mark special occasions. Perhaps by their impermanence they remind us of the fleeting nature of our existence, and the need to celebrate life before we too wilt away or burnout.
Over the centuries many artists from Whistler to Hiroshige have depicted fireworks, and in regards to flowers, I cannot think of flowers without Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, or Frida Kahlo’s paintings of lush blooms popping into my mind. Artists by taking on these transient subjects and depicting them in paint and print are perhaps trying to capture time, to make permanent the impermanent.
So now at this point in my life, with more years behind me than ahead, I find myself dipping my bucket into this river of time trying to make something permanent of these short-lived subjects.