Spring finally came around and she emerged from a place of comfort and calm. Her favourite treasures lay before her. She saw a table full of curiosities that she could hold in her palm, taking in the detail of each one. Vessels with soft clay moulded like frilly petals and orbs which could home miniature worlds. She imagined curled rose petals held within, surrounded by a swirling nectar. She'd delicately shake the sphere like a snow globe, watching the petals gently fall. A moment for reflection and then again, to relish in it once more.
Candy pink gerberas shot up, up, up to lean and relax. Poised in the air with ease. She traced her fingers along the petal edges. No time for 'loves me, loves me not' games here. She observed how the petal layers descended into a close-knit ring near the centre. The continuous hoop mirrored her undulating thoughts. Maybe she could put her thoughts in one of these vessels, to retrieve them later as necessary. Would she go back to some of them? Where they conducive in allowing her to build the dreams she had for herself?
Maybe some of those thoughts were better off withering into crinkled leaves, disintegrating into finite dust. She could take off the stopper from the bottle, tip it into her hand and gently blow away the crumbling remnants. She didn't want to dwell. She knew this was the season of rebirth and it was time to plant some more seeds. For fresh shoots to push on through. She thought about how in the dark of winter, she'd questioned whether the bare branches would ever burst into blossom buds again. Deep down, she knew they would.
A miniature tree was perched at an edge, poised with zen. She appreciated being able to fit it in her hand, channelling it's energy. Yet. she also considered what it would be like if the tree multiplied in scale. She would find it the size of a grand oak, with wiry branches curving to greet her with crystalline fruits. Taking a bite from the mango-shaped matter would be a treat and she'd sit beneath the translucent canopy until dusk settled in. A chance to catch whispers from the sun; feeling replenished from the natural world in every way.
Anemones of the soil kind. She was just as fond of the sea kind. She imagined a fresh sheet of paper, cut into miniature fan-shaped petals. A tapered paintbrush was dipped in water and paint, to gently lay strokes. The rosy hue dispersed, gently crinkling the paper as it was absorbed. She delved into her bead trove to find a speckled pin with anther-like dots emerging all around. It was perfect for holding the crêpe petals together. She dreamt of blue skies, laying on a warm blanket put out by nature - grass or sand? Grass, on this occasion.
She reveled in how holding each objet d'art conjured a new story. Marble pots were inlaid with lapis lazuli and mother of pearl petals. She thought about hiding fragrant buds within, so that she'd catch an unexpected fragrance spark, months down the line. It would bring back memories of this time. A frenetic bunch of grass zinged away with a natural energy. Fronds sparked into life, with green shoots snapping their spindly fingers here and there. Bluebells arched their stems around, to see what else Spring brought to the table.
Vibrant magenta shells were bursts of colour within the visual layers. She felt like she could call on the callas. They listened when she spoke. Their conch-like curves swayed over to be a carefree ear. Sometimes it was pleasantries and on other occasions, they discussed how she could also arch her petals in the way she wanted. The fleurs had a natural way of doing so. Just a little bit of guidance, for when she spent too long cooped up in the same position. It was time to lean in towards the sun. Stretch. Bend. Welcome in that newness.
What was it about flowers? Maybe it was their delicacy and beauty. Their ephemeral nature felt like a reminder to be present. Enjoying life while she could. The calmer colour palette reflected the season of buds. She was in the right place. The dusty lilac hues of the echeveria harmonized with dulcet bluebell tones. Purple pansies sat comfortably, emerging from the base of the table. She gazed at Spring in it's entirety, especially as she'd waited so long for it. When it finally came, it was everything she expected it to be... and then some.
Before we made our way back to Luxembourg airport, we had some time in our day to fit in art. There's always time for art. Oh, it was a toasty day. Check out sis's video and you can catch a moment of our sweltering walk to this expansive glass building. We visited the Mudam Modern Art Museum, where there was an exhibition featuring the work of artist Susumu Shingu. Continuous streams of water jetted out from multiple squiggly lengths. It was quite mesmerizing to watch how it all synched in tandem, each arching arm making way for the next. The sculptural forms are 'underpinned by the harmonious quest for the rhythms and vibrations of nature', combining the elements of water, wind, light and rain.
Curved yellow strips in the air billowed like chip sails, in search of an island awash with condiments. We're only missing a giant burger akin to the inflatable found at Supermarket Sweep. That would've been the bonus I'd have picked, had I been old enough to make it on the show. Or, seeing as I'm taking it back. watching Get Your Own back straight after school, to see over-sized chips being caber-tossed into a huge chip box costume. I may have digressed slightly. All this talk of potato goodness. While we're here talking food, we'll take it to the next course. For dessert, let's go with an Indian sweet I'm quite fond called halwa. It's fair to refer to it as the 'paper' dessert, what with it's sheet-like appearance.
Colourful kite structures were suspended delicately from the ceiling. They were almost like staggered paint palettes, splashed with primary shades and contrasting sections in black. The blue hanging reminds me of an expansive lily pad, folded elegantly at the edges. The shape is also reminiscent of the Monstera Deliciosa leaf, pierced with Swiss cheese holes, Either way, I'd like to glide into the air and hop effortlessly from one pad to the other. Many different things come to mind when I see such art forms, which you can probably tell by now. The constellation of yellow cheese slices would make a great feature in that aforementioned burger. Food, yes. Seeing food in pretty much everything...
Following the path around the staircase, we found these plump creations entitled 'Speakers', by the artist Katinka Bock. Formed from clay, indented bean bags of the stony kind come to mind. The brown suede-like appearance and colour creates a cocoa bean feel. Or better still, milk and white chocolate orbs. The idea of the sweet stuff scaled up to giant snow ball proportions? Yes, please. There's an Indian sweet called peda (or penda, as they're more often called). which cracks in the same way clay does, when moulded.
I've thought about dabbling with ceramics; Imagine seeing sculptures and planters come to life from a clay mound. A mention for my appreciation of terrazzo was touched upon here. Stony formations were scaled to epic proportions in that particular post too. The combination of greenery and multi-sized stones is my go-to blend for terrariums. It's always exciting creating a miniature landscape. Lo and behold, a greenhouse on-wheels. Where can I get one? Full of palm fronds, sansevieria and greenery. Is that an aspidistra I see?
A purply collection of leaves spread out in a corner. The colour reminded me of the 'purple shamrock' oxalis. It's an indoor plant I'd like to add to my ever-growing collection. I planted the oxalis 'iron cross' a few summers ago and I enjoy seeing them sprout in the garden, year after year. Back to our day in the museum, where we turned the corner to find this medley of detail. What to absorb first, visually? The staggered landscape had sections of adjoining kindling, leading to towering peaks. A coiled yellow wire sat on the structure, as if it was snaking through the Saharan sand.
A multitude of colour swatches were made more prominent upon wooden blocks - a Manhattan skyline of blended gradience. I flicked past rainbow shades with my eyes. There were elements of an industrial feel, with pewter lamps bent at the knees and a ladder overseeing the party. The small-scale microcosm was offset beautifully with sprigs of plants, springing from plywood boards. Tiny islands. Time for a little island hopping? I'm reminded of mini propagation lengths sitting in petite pots, ready to grow in a larger planter.
Yarn found itself weaving through cement tiles, creating a vivid abstract pattern. It coursed its way from the hoop into the metal pole. That's some strong thread, piercing into such robust materials. Or, so it appears. The blue strand acts as the tie, bringing the tides together. Making waves within the city. Matchsticks are taken up a notch size-wise, to compose the large-scale scaffold. Imagine scaling down for a moment, swinging through the matchstick maze. Getting close to reach the zenith, to be rewarded with a palm plant. A worthy prize.
There's precarious balancing on plastic containers and a spirit level making sure we've achieved a harmonious balance. So many metaphors. A balance of life? It could refer to the dramatic increase in awareness of plastic and how it is polluting the environment. The perched plant at the peak - maybe it highlights being able to survive, yet only once we've addressed problems at the root of the cause? Pots of beads here and there. I can relate, for sure. Tiny wooden seed beads sit in a box, awaiting a surface to adorn.
A mini mushroom lamp is distanced away from it all. The source of where it all starts. That light-bulb idea formulating an entire world. We've got the piercing sun outside, as well as a lamp arching high above, representing that solar energy. Different sized lamps feature - from the one tucked away on the wooden ledge, to the angular-armed one that is more centre stage. Maybe in nightfall, a flicked switch would allow them to play the moon, illuminating fronds and foliage. Multiple moons. Areas of particular interest could be brought into the spotlight. There's magic found in the everyday. No room for considering objects as mundane here.
The russet room. The installation entitled Smog|Tomorrow's sculpture has the intention of exploring energy states, with the flowing of heat and experimenting with physical processes. Swaying pendulums, trying to find that steady balance once again. Do the scales tip in favour of cement or the length of thread? It's a continuous play. The thought of a ceramic planter springs to mind, upon seeing the stony vessel sitting on the wood. What would I choose to reside in it? I'm thinking blue hydrangeas or orangey camellias.
Yes, please do bring the art outside, A concrete box allowed softness to bloom within. Wispy fronds were dotted with white feathery tips. A silvery shrub wanted to resemble the steely vessel it sat in. The blending greyish lengths spilled out from the edges. Hellebores provided a burst of petals; clusters like a delicate porcelain bauble perched on a green stalk. Textures created a further impact in this similar-toned arrangement. I've planted a cream camellia in my garden and I'm looking forward to seeing velvet petals unfurl.
As well as considering springtime fleurs (especially as the skies are currently stony-toned), I've been thinking about the flora we have around us in winter. The rich hues of poinsettia, the delicacy of snowy cyclamen and the mini globes of hyacinth bulbs. There's whole worlds within. I planted some bulbs recently, where they're nestled in terracotta and a sprinkle of stones. The fragrant scent filling the room will signal a change in season. It's nice how blooming buds and petals bring a little sunshine, whatever time of the year we find ourselves in.
Our second day in Portugal and the agave awe does not stop. We took a walk around the beachy area to see giant barbed limbs stretching in the distance. Yes, I did carefully hop over the steep ledge to take a snap of the spiky stems. I couldn't resist that shade of minty green, topped off with a sunshine bloom. Yellow and green seemed to be a common colour combo here and I was down for that. Prickly paddles lapped up the sun rays, sitting amongst a bed of dried floral buds. Sounds like the makings of a great arrangement.
We hadn't made any specific plans, so we quickly searched Google for places to visit. A 'nature reserve', you say? We hopped in a taxi and arrived at our destination. Our enquiry about tickets at the main reception was followed with 'this is actually a campsite'. Ah, right. Google failed to mention that. No problem; a chance to explore the local area... and what an area it was. Huge cacti forms stood with unfurling agave dotted close by. I'm beginning to feel they're a rose bush equivalent here. Yes to a garden which spans to home them all.
Mars, we here? The landscape took on an intense russet hue as we made our way around the winding roads. A great shade for a bronzing palette. One you wish you could dust over yourself whenever that sunshine dose is needed. A geologist would've had a field day. I stopped to appreciate the various stony forms embedded in the land. You can read about my appreciation for all things rockery in this post. Seeing as we're here talking stones, take a look at this one, which looks like light embodied - potentially as a bolt of thunder.
Keep those stone formations coming, Portugal. Here, the corrugated lengths of the agave had a blue tinge, with a silvery touch. A lilac shrub sprouted boldly from the cracks. The purple flowers are reminiscent of this one, which had invited a few guests of its own - a sedate kaleidoscopic party. I was expecting greenery when we decided to visited this holiday destination, yet I wasn't expecting full-blown colossal succulents. You can probably imagine how excited I was. 'Look at this variegated one over here too!'
Our walk took us past colourful homes, where those famous tiles came to feature again. Our first encounter with them can be found here. Bougainvillea canopies draped overhead; vivid pink petals contrasted with vibrant walls. Tall foxglove stems have spread across the garden at home, delicately dropping bells along the way. I'm happy to continue finding them dotted through the soil. Talking florals, I've been experimenting with illustrations which merge the botanical element with a fashion perspective.
Colour blocking here was done so well. That sand and sea analogy came through with yellow and blue. I really have to find a way to spend more time by the water. It's time to bring all things nature to the forefront. I found myself asking, 'If I could spend my time doing one thing with my day, what would it be?' The first thought that came to mind was 'garden'. Growing plants. Flowers. Bringing that feeling onto paper too, Bouquet and plant arrangements at a larger scale, as well as mini pots sprouting beaded blooms.
Take a peak at the markings of this florally plant, which wouldn't look out of place in the baked landscape around us, as well as in Jumanji (Robin Williams edition). Palm trees framed picture-postcard buildings, where architecture ebbed into the horizon. I'm all for walls a shade of pistachio. We stopped by a charming dessert place for some gelato in fab Ferragudo. Here during World Cup season, the locals came to sit and enjoy the big match, adding to the friendly atmosphere. There's more of this day at the 10.40 min mark, on sis's vlog here.
Captivating fleurs and motifs feature on many a tile. The linear blue tendrils have me thinking about plants in this colour. I recall talking about the subtly bluish-grey echeveria in the boaty post here - what an idyllic day at Rutland Water that was. There was also the beautiful blue Himalayan poppies spotted at Coton Manor, which I've yet to see in a flower bed around me since. Pinks and red collaborate in curved vases for one of my first plant/floral illustrations. Angular stems come through with as much impact as the vessels themselves.
An element of the fishing life was embodied in this painting we discovered, perched atop the winding cliff. I can totally appreciate a good hat and the blended blues of the fisherman's hat echoes the waters perfectly. A palm sat comfortably in front. Is it need of a good drink or is that shade of coppery brown it's natural hue? Either way, yes to sporadic palms planted in many places. The collaboration of colour continued at every turn, with sky-hued sailboats and homes in shades of apricot,
I'm in my green element for sure. A quick note to self for the future - pay a tad more attention to planty barbed edges, while appreciating cacti arms and admiring the coastal view. There's a slight chance one of the little spikes will leap into action. A sharp ouch as I nicked my ring finger (felt like a thorn encounter), reminding me that gardening gloves are a good call. Should've packed them. Roses and agave continue to have more in common. A quick tending to the wound and then it was swiftly back to all things nature.
The leaves towered proudly in the glorious evening sun. A mottled pattern coursed through the length, like multiple glass fragments. It was reminiscent of scattered brown and cream seed beads. The intricacy of terrazzo comes to mind. Recently, I've been on the search for a planter with this pattern. I've seen miniature pots, yet I haven't come across one which could hold a multitude of plants. I've thought about making one, which would involve cement, moulds, sanding, polishing etc. Time to get experimenting with mediums?
I remember reading about the Japanese concept of 'forest bathing' or nature therapy. The idea of being surrounded by the calming environment to help with mental well-being and overall happiness. It's all true. I'd suggest no to hugging agaves though. Not that I tried. Here's a fun perspective I read on tree-hugging. It would probably apply to non-spiky plants, as well as trees. The coursing of energy and all. Being around these beautiful stripy triumphs, I'm wondering how to go about growing larger-than-me succulents back home...
Ferragudo was a pleasure. As dusk set in, we made our way back to Portimão. A delicate sunset appeared like a watercolour wash on paper. Rock formations were dotted majestically in the waters and the horizon was tinged with rainbow hues. I'm getting a Baked Alaska vibe with the mountainous feat on the left. The Great British Bake Off is having an effect on my outlook. To be honest, I'd be happy to see dessert in everything I glance at. Shrubbery and green shoots surrounded the scene, where there was no filter required here, whatsoever.
When I moved to my new place in Letchworth, Hinisha_ gifted me with a housewarming succulent poster. Note the agave with orangey/red floral stalks emerging from the top right of the illustration. Here, they dappled through the pathways in abundance, translating into the physical version delightfully. Earthy bands of colour came through with the mini-mountains, in a fascinating gradient. Glancing back at these snaps, I adore seeing the mass of plants that thrive with little maintenance.
I have to say, this is one of my favourite posts and one day that I'll look back on with fond memories. The thought of a massive greenhouse filled with succulents and flowers is exciting. I'm thinking a variety of anthurium, orchids and an entwining hoya kerrii. Many a wooden terrarium too. My latest creation features a dome of sempervivum and lithops blending effortlessly with pebbles. Until I find myself strolling through vast leafy/rocky terrain again, the miniature versions have a way of taking me back.
I'm throwing it back to my 29th birthday last year and what a lovely day it was. Me, sis and mum visited Langton Greenhouse. Giant burnished giraffes at the entrance were a surreal
and inviting way to enter the place. Lavender lined the path, where a gentle twinkling of lights emerged behind the buds. Light has a way of bringing out the shimmer of beads too.
This was the case with the abundance of gems making this skirt sparkle. A flower or two wove it's way into the beady constellation, of course.
I'm always on the lookout for a new feature for the garden. Pots, plants and sculptural elements. I spotted rocking pyramids. It happened to be Glastonbury last week and The Killers took to the main Pyramid Stage. My last post may have mentioned how me and sis went to see them in Luxembourg, which was an amazing experience. I wasn't at Glasto, although seeing how awesome it looked took me back to the time we got to see them in all their glory. Their rendition of This Charming Man rendition gets me on my feet.
Upon entering, an array of orchids lined the ledge in shades of pink & cream. I remember purchasing a beautiful light pink one a few years ago for my studio, when I first started D&T. It's such an elegant and delicate plant. I did find they can be a tad particular when it comes to maintenance and watering. Even so, when someone knows how to best look after them, they can thrive and a vast collection can blow you away. I got to experience them in full splendour this year, when I visited Singapore for my 30th birthday. More to come on that soon!
Ah, cacti. There's such a variety of fascinating globular forms, shapes and patterns. Just don't get too close, as I've found on occasions - mainly when tending to the the terrariums. I've
made a cacti planter featuring various lengths and ochre pebbles, reminiscent an Arizonian landscape. This piece entitled 'Sanguine Saguaro' was painted in the summer, where the
colours used created a psychedelic twist. I imagine walking through this scene would be quite the experience. The bright orange buds of my Christmas cactus are a beauty too.
Speaking of Spore, it felt like a dream when we visited the cactus garden at Changi airport. As hinisha_ mentioned, it was like walking into a large scale version of one of my
terrariums. Moon cacti with an array of vivid bulbs dotted the floor, alongside large spiny barrels from the same family. There's much inspiration to be discovered from every garden I
visit. The blue bud above reminds me of the Himalayan poppies I spotted at Coton Manor. I wandered through wooden islands decorated with flower pots...which blooms to choose?
Calla lilies are stunning. I planted some a few summers ago, in rich purple & pink shades. I've re-potted them this year and I'm glad to see they've grown again. Check out the sunset gradient above. Contrasting speckled leaves fan out with an elegant snap. Since we're talking leaves, let's take a moment to appreciate the eye-catching nature of the Polka dot Begonia. One to grace a table top near me soon? Some begonias have the most striking leaves - check out the Ribena-dyed effect of these and the continuous swirls of this variety.
Yes to the prospect of a large wooden wall filled with botanical art. You could stop by for your daily dose of flora-on-paper. Wispy poppies stood out against an eggshell white
background and fern tendrils adorned the page. I also had some fun decorating a wall of my studio with an array of illustrations painted over time. The surrounding motifs on each
complement the central design. I've tried my hand at pressing florals too - foxgloves and pansies worked particularly well. Gerberas, not so much. What to create with the petals...
I find myself covering pretty much every spare inch of square space with a plant, where I've mentioned this in the mini rockeries post too. I briefly recall questioning whether it's really necessary to buy the bromeliad (or such) to grace a surface near me, I've found that yes, yes it is. Some purchases recently include a miniature calamondin orange tree and a sansevieria with the sunshine yellow edges. The garden back home is rippling with black scallop leaves pouring from many a pot.
On the subject of sansevieria, we came across striking marbled stalks, in an outdoor feature in Portugal. I love seeing plants that would usually be considered an indoor one, being at
home in the warmer climate of the outdoors. More agave appreciation to come in a following post! Back in December I bought an amaryllis lily in a terracotta pot, which brought a
festive feel with it's rich red petals. Should you need more reason to surround yourself with foliage, I came across this article which adds insight into why plants make people happy.
A giant angular rock.,, were it filled with visible bands of quartz, the temptation to say 'one for the garden' would be real. On this occasion, I'll take a moment to appreciate the stormy streams of black and grey. In the canopied greenhouse area, mottled acer trees with swishy red leaves stood in corners. A layered bench was dressed with a collection of leafery. I've been propagating the colourful coleus, where one of these wooden frames would be perfect for arranging all the tiny seedlings and the bright leaves coming to follow.
I chose a delightful orange dianthus for my 28th birthday and this year's birthday plant was a Vial's primrose. The floral tips feature a lovely blend of lilac and contrasting ruby. Native to China, this charming flower can be found sprouting near watery valleys and wet meadows. It's great coming across greenery I haven't seen before; the garden centre can
be a utopia for this. These cabbage-like fleurs were spotted in Covent Garden, which I've since learnt are called ornamental brassica and are indeed a part of the cabbage family.
A creamy dahlia sat amongst an eclectic mix of stems and a family of bewildered stone owls. I thought about planting more of these blooms this year. The Spectacle (a Thai iced tea colour) variety and the popular Café Au Lait shade are beautiful. They weren't available when I shopped for them, however I came across some alliums, which I've also wanted to see grow in the garden for a while. I chose the Dutch Garlic, Round-headed Garlic and Sicilian Honey Garlic (sounds like I'm seasoning up a meal). Delicious,
Tea time has got to be one of my favourite times of the day... perfect with coffee & walnut cake. A variegated ruby ficus framed the setting beautifully. The fractal-like patterning and jewel tones co-ordinated with my new primrose. A reason to invest in a rubber plant? The temptation is real. My illustrations have featured a botanical theme recently and I'm excited to explore that more. I'm about the petals and that's for keeps. Take a peak at the delicate lilac bell layers I came across on a walk in Letchworth. Summers spent this way are a dream.
From deep within the earth they sprouted, elegantly spreading their symmetrical leaves into the sun. Citrine petals erupted like delicate flames licking the surrounding air. She felt like she was in a magical woodland; earthy flora and branches lay between her every step. So many splendorous orchids. A flutter of soft pink and white petals. She imagined being enrobed in a dress of the buttery fleurs, radiating their carefree beauty. A stream gushed ahead, where she sat in a spot close by, listening to the nuances in the falling water.
A cluster of yellow sparkles illuminated a corner, The frothy buds were at home near the driftwood and trickling water. Leafy domes had tiny buds shoot out from the surface, vying for the sunlight. Large paddled leaves built layers in the overgrowth, where calla lilies sat amongst them. Like conch shells in the sandy earth, she could hear what they had to say wherever she went. Their antennae were always ready to tune in to nature's frequency. She found herself kneeling close to observe curling petals, taking in the gentle hum of all.
, She came to clearing to find a lovely vignette of flowerheads on long stalks, as though they had been cross-stitched with velvet threads. Lilac tinged tips provided subtle colour in the verdant landscape. They provided nourishment; vitality in every way, she thought. On that note, she reached out for a bud. What would these light purple ones taste like? With the flowerhead sitting in the palm of her hand, she . Slowly, the petal fizzed gently on her tongue, disappearing into a sugary sweetness throughout her tongue.
Fiery lengths shot out. Phoenix taking flight. A flaming orange branch sparked into life, growing spreading it's wings. How it would .grow and She imagined it fizzing into motion, arms oscillating, getting ready to take flight. The miniature phoenix's limbs sparked out from the long leaves, wishing to conquer new heights. its arms out, reaching out, thinking about new lands to see. it braced itself calmly, whilst it was perched on the end of the stalk. Without another moment's notice, it freed itself from all doubt to launch into new horizons.
candy coloured orchids. Ultra violet petals - the way they hold the light, like mini beacons amidst the foliage. Luscious pinks. Orchid with petals which look, as though they'd been marble dipped and swirled. a little pot of fleurs. A little nibble for when walking around the grounds. She imagined them to be the equivalent of a box of popcorn, perfect to grab and go for some carefree wondering. She held Absorbing with their little petals
A menagerie of orchids. Candy colours of pastel yellow and peach. She stepped within the birdcage and observed the sweet-like petals. She leant forward and carefully prised a petal. It sat innocently in the palm of her hand. She held it between her fingers and then placed it on her tongue. The peach candy melted softly, the sweet seeping and leaving her feeling hazily happy. Ok, time for the yellow one. the vanilla taste released itself and left her feeling mellow. Talk about sedate. A sweet tab of the serene.
Climbing, reaching. A menagerie of orchids. Bursting with sunshine power
This never-ending cascade of magenta orchids. Sprawling wholeheartedly throughout. She thought how it would be welcome to span across the entire sky. If she could use her finger as a wand, she would wish to touch a surface to have a flower bloom under her finger. She would trail her finger across a surface to have a spell of flowers bloom magically in formation. One after the other, creating a whole pattern; swirls, curls and a meandering trail with one continuous move.
A flurry of white petals, the sun catching facets like mother-of-pearl discs. She wondered what these ones taste like. Like milky buttons spreading gently through her mouth. She relished in how this little bit of sweetness imbibed her with a gentle warmth. The temptation to pick off another and another was real, although she found the one morsel was more than sufficient. She turned the corner to find a .jungle of patterned orchids. An array of slender lengths with nodular Seahorses, mottled with fuchsia splatters. Curving, coral-like lengths pulsating throughout the air. If she could miniaturize herself, she would walk through a forest of these splendid beams, with colourful bark arching above her.