Why I also paint flowers

 Normally I come across paintings of flowers walking through the collections of  art museums. I was regularly fascinated when I saw flowers shining in front of a dark background. It seemed to me as if they existed in their own dark hidden world from where they emerged into the light. Often they carry concealed to the first sight in the twilight symbols of transitoriness like butterflies, the messengers of transformation. Yes, I do love this atmosphere.

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