A flower. What an intriguing collection of petals, sepals, anthers, leaves, and stems. In its presence, women behave as though entirely drawn and helpless to its seemingly innate power of irresistible attraction-something that men can only vaguely hope of possessing. Men, perhaps out of sheer envy of its power, fail to wholeheartedly acknowledge its presence. In its very essence, though, does it really possess such magnetism? It remains without a mind, without self awareness and consciousness. It doesn’t feel-not to the extent that it has the capacity to project feelings on to its onlookers. It is us, I believe, that succumb to the power of our mind that attracts or repels our “self” to the ever elusive beauty of a flower.
Do I enjoy flowers? I’m almost as helpless as my wife in their presence. Thus, I’ve decided to see them more mindfully in my photo study. This series contain studies of petals.