I have been staring at this image for over a year. It’s not my type of pink, not my choice of print, not my typical artwork, I’d have opted for different floral arrangements, a more mod, Western bedside lamp, perhaps? But somehow, it’s addicting. It sucks me in deep like the hole that got hold of Alice. So if this defines my definition of beauty, there’s a lot to learn. And I cannot explain the excitement that surfaces knowing there is still this vast playground to venture upon.
Disclaimer: Image grabbed from here.