Bouquets To Art

I greeted Spring in picturesque Vevey, Switzerland, I met her in Keukenhof, the world’s largest flower garden in the Netherlands and it always rekindles my passion to read classics. This year I greeted spring in a unique way. I met colors while walking along the corridors of the beautiful exhibition named Bouquets To Art in the de Young Museum, San Francisco. Vibrant and radiant flower bouquets breathed new life into the paintings inside the museum and transformed the whole ambiance into an art piece. When two forms of art juxtapose, the result is nothing but beauty and wonder.

I met colors while walking along the corridors of the beautiful exhibition named Bouquets To Art in the de Young Museum, San Francisco. Click To Tweet Vibrant and radiant flower bouquets breathed new life into the paintings inside the museum and transformed the whole ambiance into an art piece. Click To Tweet

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Now are the days of language that fixes everything quickly; there are emojis for nearly every emotion! But if we look a few decades back, then one extraordinary and popular means of communication was flowers; we used to speak and understand the language of flowers. Just a single red rose was enough to convey a thousand thoughts to your better half and a host of golden daffodils rekindled William Wordsworth! Given a choice, I would prefer the language of flowers over emojis. So when I heard about this exhibition I went and got lost amidst bouquets. Here is a photo essay for you all.

When art blooms in San Francisco – A photo essay!

When two forms of art juxtapose, the result is nothing but beauty and wonder. Click To Tweet

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Nowadays we are so accustomed to our candy-colored icons inside the phone that sometimes we often forget to see around. But believe me, flowers are flowers. It refreshes us and our soul blooms. Let me finish this post with some lines of a poem by Dinah Craik

My dainty flower, my innocent white flower
With such a pure smile looking up to heaven,
With such a bright smile looking down on me–
(Nothing but smiles–as if in all the world
Were no such things as thunderstorms or frosts,
Or broken petals trampled on the ground,
Or shivering leaves whirled in the wintry air
Like ghosts of last year’s joys:)–my pretty flower,
I’ll pluck thee–smiling too. Not one salt drop
Shall stain thee:–if these foolish eyes are dim,
‘Tis only with a wondering thankfulness
That they behold such beauty and such peace,
Such wisdom and such sweetness, in God’s world.