It is the only painting that I only treasure.
The main subject of the picture is a bunch of flowers. The forms of the flowers are exaggerated and distorted, with thick black lines outlining their contours.
This is the era I live in and the path that our peers in the same situation must take.
The human voice becomes dead silence in front of the natural voice.
The woman in the picture has long hair presented in a soft purple hue. The hair flows naturally, as if gently fluttering in the breeze.
