Flowers bask in guarantee of their image flashing, image plunging; vases hold flowers — without which, flowers lie. Vases — plain or transparent — bear weight of plants, usually of flowers, without quivering. Weight in vases overflows, but to some: simply brimming with water. Vases stand: interior, burden disregarded; external, presence neglected. Presence acknowledged only when vases have color, yet what does color do? It is there, but it does…
Plants — flowers, usually — question the colors of vases: What do they do? Why are they there? Why are they seen?
Yet vases divested ask the same thing: What do we do? Why are we here?
for they are not seen.