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 EchoNarcissus knelt to drink water from a quiet pool and instantly fell in love with his own reflection. Echo, his lover, called him urgently but failed to draw him away from his eternal gaze. Heartbroken, Echo pined and faded away until there was nothing left but her voice. This particular Greek myth has universal appeal. Flowers, like Echo, fade, droop, wither and leave us fallen reminders of their happier times. I have been trying to capture this cycle of life but my florals remain very muscular and energetic! So they have come to represent, for me, a life force that renews itself repeatedly, like Echo’s voice, rather than a reminiscence of previous glories. Or perhaps it is just that my current dog is a large and energetic boxer named Echo! |
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