A work of art is useless as a flower is useless. A flower blossoms for its own joy. We gain a moment of joy by looking at it. That is all that is to be said about our relations to flowers. Of course man may sell the flower, and so make it useful to him, but this has nothing to do with the flower. It is not part of its essence. It is accidental. It is a misuse. All this is I fear very obscure.
Oscar Wilde
—(via onarosewithalice)
French artist Rachel Lévy photographs flowers that are past their prime: wilting, fading and revealing visible signs of decay. Nonetheless, captured in the last fleeting moments before perishing, they are strikingly beautiful.
*ALLLLL living things age. Here’s one for our youth-obsessed society.
Blue Crow, 1512, Albrecht Dürer
(Source: compendium-of-beasts, via cavetocanvas)
Set of black and white photomicrographs of the surface of an Amaryllis petal.
Set of black and white photomicrographs of the surface of an Amaryllis petal.
Experimentation with Indian Ink.
Photoset from the Natural History Museum in Florence.
Umbria Photoset
Dyffryn Gardens Photoset.
(Source: spitntears, via rougerougenoir)
(Source: loveontheground, via rougerougenoir)
Indian ink on cartridge. Close-up study of a flower.
Photomicrographs.
6 x colour images

