One morning I woke up with a weird feeling. This came from a dream I had. I dreamt about painting some part of a plant or a flower, etc. and to photograph it.
What was the message of the dream? By a distortion of the nature, won't our eyes stop to have a thorough look at it? Will we ever take a close look at this plant, this flower, this bush without unusual color painted on it? Does not this force us to examine what a plant reveals, even a very common one from our garden? Did we ever notice the texture of leaves, the shape of the stem, the curves of the petals?
An unusual detail draws our attention and makes everything look different. Plants are only an exemple of this...
(more pieces of this series are available upon request)