Gallery of the Bizarre: Flowers and Death
''The Mexican is familiar with death. He jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.''
Some memories are craved into the deepest of our bones, the ink is raw, it burns.
Flowers mean many things: beauty, strength... Temporality. When the heart is restless and I don’t know where it gazes at, I run to them.
Contrast and contradiction - our subjects of today are two entangled paradoxes and our two kind and most loyal companions. I've had my good share of both, allow me to provide you with yours.