Evolution
The flowers in our cemeteries are the guardians of our ancestors’ bodies. Each time I visit Père Lachaise Cemetery, my thoughts for my family are combined with the contemplation of these little marvels. They are almost eternal, ancient, and despite their luster, they bear witness to the wear and tear of time.
In their vivid, preserved colors, they restore strength and life to memories.
For a moment, my mind, in its dreams, becomes numb and wanders. I find myself seeing my ancestors adorned with these flowers. Like a fusion of bodies with an artificial nature that would come back to life to awaken them. A nature that would restore life.
This is what we seek, at all costs: to save nature to save ourselves, and it is around this preoccupation that the mind wanders.
