Pink daisies and nature. I admit, I was very naturally high while painting this because of my Schizophrenia. It's a very raw form of a vividly pink flowers trying to stand on a windy weather. So still that the center of the flowers seems to speak to itself, very vibrant and very real in its vibes. I want to become like this flower eternally. Filled with poetry and stillness in its courage to remain still with its truth. A figurative speech in a painting, hinting the means of our universe. Maybe I should put poetry in some of my important paintings, pictures, and colored flowers. It may make such intense art more interesting.