A garden of flowers in stormy weather

Result #1

, the artist was filled with a kaleidoscope, a thespian landscape, a sheet of cracker paper. His figures were cast in light brown, black, or gray, and the painted and painted-on surfaces were filled with streams and bubbles. Where the earth washes and the sea were assembled, flowers sprung up out of their eroding surfaces. Flowers with clear skulls appeared throughout the room, while the sounds of growing flowers were more distinct. As if attracted by the flower in the foreground, his face went over into the forest, in front of the painting as well. When he turned his head to look at the viewer, a butterfly swooped in from the sky. Even so, there was something important hidden here: The butterfly wasnt alive. It was alive, but it didnt exist. At the end of this eerie garden, another flower, three pinks, had risen from the earth and was emitting an extremely strong odor.After a few moments of this, his mind made a sudden jump and he went on to describe how this strange thing happened. The butterfly, for instance, seemed to be alive in his head. He had a detailed explanation for why it was alive, but he didnt want to share it with anyone else. If we don't know how the flower is alive, he said, we dont know what it feels like. But he did elaborate on the paintings magical quality, drawing in light with a brush, without any idea of what to do with it. A sharp point of color in the middle of the painting might create the sensation of being raised to the heavens, or turn it into a sign of resurrection. A light that emerged from the painting felt like it was emanating from the sky. Now, one could look up at the painting and see that a whole world of magic had occurred—but where the magic in the painting had occurred, the magic in the butterfly was occurring there.

Result #2

was paraded before a crowd of residents. The arrangement—a sort of-a street scene from the tropics—was designed to be informative, inviting, and to show just how bare and bare it is in the urban centers. The generative and fertile earth, seemingly as uncannily as the seasons, was an object of joy, the most welcoming and delightful element in an environment of new growth and renewal. The flowers on display, and the flowering plants in flowerpots in which they bloom, gave life to these new plants, which were surrounded by their own heraldic gossamer. Now the scenery is filled with hope.With this kind of abstract art, what will people think when they hear that the year has gone by and that a new year is on? The works in this show, by far the most beautiful, were those that are most directly associated with this image of the year, but which have been appropriated from the worlds beloved Aesops. At the edges of the garden in which these pictures were placed was a variety of special colored flowers, all of them richly decorative, with flower stems and fern-like petals. The flowers were placed under lilies and on saplings, in order to create an atmosphere of peacefulness, serenity, and summer. These are the kind of plants which we are taught to love; but as they grow, the flower will slowly dissolve into the ground, leaving only a pale blue or yellowish green in the center of the flowerpots. These special, warm, blooming flowers appear in the sacred garden and, as though to say, we are living in a new heaven or paradise, we have the gift of a new year to celebrate, but we must not forget that it has come.

Result #3

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Result #4

, poised like a wreck on a dark ocean, its an idealized scene of innocence and beauty.It is more a description of a state of mind than a single piece of landscape; no indication whatsoever that the flowers and foliage had grown. The photograph reveals no growth. The landscape in this delicate work is sterile. Its devoid of the history of life, from the beginnings to the end. The distinction between nature and culture is more a reality of the everyday than of the heavenly. The natural world has no culture. The universe is a civilization of miracles, filled with mystical events. Painting and literature offer little but the thrill of the imagination and imagination alone. Spare a thought for the theologians who will have to reconcile these worlds. It is possible for them to ignore and even love the world, but these are the only options they have.

Result #5

, filled with trees, shrubbery, and figs. Behind each of the scenes and on the walls of the galleries, propped out from the floor by white fabric, was a vertical bar of red paint and one of white paint (the colors of the walls). The details were painted in transparent, varnished, and faded so that the "room" seemed to be a shrine in which no one was ever heard of. Of course, it is impossible to forget that this room—in the middle of the gallery, a mannequin with a spear in its mouth—was the opening of an attic that had been divided into two wings, one for the inside and one for the outside. But as a reminder of the fragility of the human species, the exhibition conveyed a poetic, mournful sense of the inevitability of the end of the world.