Miriam Traher
Sometimes We Need To Dream In Colour by Miriam Traher  Image: When I think of my grandfather, my Opa, the smell of earth and humidity, the drips of water on the ceiling of the greenhouse, but especially it brings memories of the rows and rows of flowers starting to bloom. The colour and  textures mingling with the deep earthy smell. Perhaps that is when I love with the flowers.
When I think of my grandfather, my Opa, the smell of earth and humidity, the drips of water on the ceiling of the greenhouse, but especially it brings memories of the rows and rows of flowers starting to bloom. The colour and textures mingling with the deep earthy smell. Perhaps that is when I love with the flowers.

Collection: Floral Art x