Art Heals: Flowers

I happen to be an urban woman. The scene out my window of a four-lane road filled with cars is my version of Venice’s Grand Canal. But I have a secret addiction to gorgeous images of flowers. I have books on my shelf with nothing but pictures of tulips. The symmetry of Islamic Gardens gives me a thrill. This image by photographer Amr Mounib is a clue to my addiction. I think of flowers as sculpture. So, if you are able to go outside, look at some flowers on your daily walk (but not the DC cherry blossoms, please, crowds are cruel to us all). Or as in my case, find some images online. They won’t fade and you can linger as long as you like. Be safe, be kind. Art Heals.