A Voice of An Eternal Flower
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As an Artwork, I stand solitary.
Flowers often symbolize a lifestyle of romance and elegance, a sought-after way of living for modern individuals. However, once picked from nature, their freshness lasts only 3 to 5 days, and even with delicate care, they cannot survive beyond 15 days. With busy work schedules, many find it challenging to tend to real flowers, yet they desire a lasting memory of their beauty. Preserved flowers emerge as the perfect alternative, as they can be preserved for 3-5 years, far outlasting real flowers. These eternal blossoms retain their exquisite bloom without requiring constant care, earning them the name "Eternal Flowers," a cherished reminder of precious moments.
Indeed, there are several methods for creating eternal flowers, including silica gel dipping, wax dipping, epoxy resin dipping, pressing, hanging drying, glycerin drying, and oven drying. Additionally, applying painting and perfuming can add vibrant colors and delightful scents to these preserved blooms. The versatility of these techniques allows for a wide range of artistic expressions and ensures the enduring beauty of eternal flowers.
However, upon being plucked, a flower's ephemeral grace lasts merely three to five days before succumbing to withering.
I hold a belief that everything possesses a spirit. Once a real flower fades away, its spirit returns to the earth, only to be reborn in the following year. In contrast, eternal flowers, though seemingly blooming for many years, lose their life once preserved. Their enchanting forms, meticulously treated, can't decompose naturally, trapping the spirits of eternal flowers within their captivating bodies, without a chance to be reborn. Though their beauty is captivating, they are unable to breathe, feel the warmth of the sun, or dance with the wind. The loneliness concealed within their alluring facade remains unknown to the world.
From the moment I was plucked, I adorned the world with unrivaled beauty, yet, it marked the beginning of my fleeting existence. My once graceful form would gradually stoop, and my delicate countenance would wither away, until my very soul would drift with the wind. But in a benevolent gesture, God bestowed a new, everlasting skin upon me, preserving my enchanting moment indefinitely. Yet, this eternal beauty came at a cost - it tightly confined and shaped me, rendering me unable to move or express myself. Concealed beneath this timeless allure lies a lonely and desolate soul, yearning to be seen, even if through a tiny aperture. This is the voice of an eternal flower, hoping for someone to discern the sadness it carries within.
—— A Voice of an Eternal Flower
