More Than Four Dozen

Updated: Mar 9, 2019

The first twelve were a dandelion forgeing it's way through the cracks in the pavement. Looking for a way to bloom and overcome it's position from the unlikely and arbitrary start to exist. Struggling to get noticed, while overly wistful. Scattering wishes and dreams upon the winds of uncertainty.


by Millet Jean-Francois

The next twelve were an Iris. Bight and colorful and ablaze with the unbridled potential of spring and all the eternal hope that it signifies. Proud to bloom and face the sun. Celebrating it's delicacy through all the storms it has endured. Understanding the inner beauty that comes from weathering the transformations of all those temporal youthful storms that have come to shape it.

"Shannon's Irises"

by Bobby Padilla