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Art work by: ALBERT SHVILLY
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"I took my
pill at eleven. An hour and a half later, I was sitting in my study, looking intently at a
small glass vase. The vase contained only three flowers-a full-blown Belie of Portugal
rose, shell pink with a hint at every petal's base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large
magenta and cream-colored carnation; and, pale purple at the end of its broken stalk, the
bold heraldic blossom of an iris...At breakfast that morning I had been struck by the
lively dissonance of its colors. But that was no longer the point. I was not looking now
at an unusual flower arrangement. I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his
creation-the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence."
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