Little purple and pink sails catch the gentle breeze, bending to and fro with Mother Nature’s breath. For a moment the lupins cease movement, allowing me to admire their heart-shaped petals and pointy green leaves. The wind picks up again and the tall flora begin their dance once more.
The biologist in me frowns knowing these beautiful wildflowers are technically an invasive species. A weed, if you will. But that other guy inside, the nature-lover, smiles while watching the random wind-driven choreography unfold in the fading light.
One night while trying to fall asleep, I closed my eyes and pictured a world under a perpetual blanket of stars. Nevermind that much of our current world would cease to exist without the sun; biology and physics need not apply in dream-land. What would all that beauty look like under the stars? Of course, it would still exist, albeit under much darker ambient light. My mind lead to lupins. What would those beautiful purple and pink dancing flowers look like at night? And thus began an obsession to bring that image to light.