by John White Alexander (1856–1915)
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Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.
― Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness
Each flower is a secret language. When I wear a combination of flowers together, it's like I'm writing my own secret code that no one else can understand unless they know my language.
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart
My digitally enhanced version of the above painting can be downloaded as a high-res 8” x 11” @ 300 ppi JPEG without a watermark here.

Digitally enhanced reproductions of public domain fine art are shared under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

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