This sunflower's petals are falling down all over itself, and that's what I love about it. I love it's ability to still be attractive even in its floppiness, in its not so pristine and perfect existence. It can stand in the hottest summer air and thrive just because of the heat, it also has a thick and tough stem so that it can withstand the stiffest of winds that sometimes come to the open fields and gardens where sunflowers grow. It can sustain itself for weeks in a vase of fresh and clean water but do not let the water get stinky and smelly or our Ms. Sunshine says au revoir.
Each painting is a story, lots of times a painting is a metaphor for life's adventures in the simplest of forms. When one puts lots of them together in the form of a mandala, then what great stories we may conjure as we slowly take in each little "small" painting.
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