Walking through Central, one easily gets the impression that it's all steel, aluminum, glass, and polished stone or marble surfaces. There is something in the human psyche which may find such an environment too tidy, too regular, too cold, too impersonal. Where is that apparently chaotic richness and abundance in the unplanned profusion of Nature in which that primitive loinging in us may find a measure of comfort?.
As if to assuage our sense of unease, here and there, along the corridors, the corners, the sides of the hallways or platforms one can find a wisp of Nature which beckons us from pots, bowls or vases or stands and even from a flower shop!.
There in the spots, veins and patches of a petal, we find a little of that subtle and unpredictable combination of hues of different colors in which we find a sort of solace.
See how they twist and turn to display their vitality,
how they mimic their shapes and numbers and yet preserve a certain "différance" with each other,
how they split and yet stay the same
how they create the most incredible shapes and patterns from a few simple basic forms,
how they strive to be different and same in a specific space and at a particular point in time,
how they endlessly repeat themselves and yet manage somehow to do so without losing their uniqueness; perhaps in terms of size, angle of placement or in tiny differences in the tint of their colors.
in the way they make themselves stand out from their silent supporters, the leaves,
in the contrast they build between their centre and their periphery
and in how they shape and color themselves in an unspoken order carefully calibrated in time, in whom all secrets ultimately have their homes.