One of my earlier shots, way back in 2008. I was in a temple in Thailand (the name escapes me) when I stumbled upon this beauty in full bloom. There’s always something about flowers that captivates me. Their soft, pretty petals and vibrant colors – a zesty tribute to life and the beauty of the world around us.
The masterpiece should appear as the flower to the painter— perfect in its bud as in its bloom— with no reason to explain its presence— no mission to fulfill— a joy to the artist, a delusion to the philanthropist— a puzzle to the botanist— an accident of sentiment and alliteration to the literary man.
– The Gentle Art of Making Enemies, James Whistler