Sweet little flower, (2017)
In 2017 my mother and I went to a garden in springtime and saw voluptuous flowers spilling their blooms everywhere. They looked soft, inviting, and yielding. I reached out and touched them, fondled their insides, stroked the revealed stamens, knocking off drooping petals, and tore off crisp pink petals.
I saw the flowers standing gently, displaying themselves for my pleasure. It occurred to me that I could defile them, that no one would stop me. I could do what I wanted.