In stone vase
On stone table
On stone tile
On the second floor, held up by wood
Supported and surrounded by life being lived
But not here

Here a fragile facsimile of nature’s complexity
Is placed precariously to suit the artists’
Vision

Here ordered lines slash through space
While evocative contrast and magnified angles
Evince a quiet depth

Yet here the flower in stone bends still towards light
Away from the artist, towards chaos, towards life
Away from destructive simplicity

The camera’s flash reflects a desperate lust
To command, to control, to capture
What it needs to understand
What can’t be understood