Daffodil

I was fascinated by the enlarged details of the daffodil. The stamen was no doubt a kind of tentacle, tongue, or cat’s whisker. As it sought to pollinate, perhaps it had forgotten about itself. One became engulfed by its beauty as one concentrated on it: the soft, fluid form, the subtle colors of the petals, the robust body and the closed or open leaves. I merely wanted to gaze at it, appreciating the way in which the daffodil absorbed the earth’s nutrients and turned them into an elegant figuration of itself.

水仙

我沉溺于对它细节的不断放大的观察。花蕊的部分无疑是一种触角，亦或是舌头，还是猫咪的胡须。它向外界不断试探的同时，可能自己都忽略了自身。身体其它部位的流畅与柔美 ，淡彩微施的花瓣 、矫健的躯干以及抱紧或是展开的叶片，当专注于它时，会完全被它的气质所包裹。 我无心它的品种与产地，我只想静默地凝视它，感受它把从大地上吸收来的一切滋养转化成它清丽的身姿。