A butterfly, two worms and three flowers frolic in the same landscape. Each very different yet all living in harmony. The large orange dominant creature looks after the others. Its jagged edges and its rust colours appear like a burning forest in autumn. The redhead is having a conversation with the twins on her left, agitating its tentacle leaves as it seems to be relating the most passionate piece of gossip.
The two little flowers sharing the same sets of leaves are made of small individual petals assembled together as a bouquet. Their colours, a twirl of beige and vermillion echoes the reds enhancing their big sister’s palette.
Discreet and elegantly littered on her stem, the pale flower with the bell-like petals observes the scene from afar. She will not partake into any kind of tittle-tattle. She was brought up in an aristocratic family that taught her better. She enjoys the company of her cousins, but she would rather converse with the butterfly ascending from the clear blue sky.