Magenta, white, and green, real colours in nature. Each "petal" is made by an unreal cut, each cut seems to me unending in its trace, it creates eternal curves, and each petal is slightly differently coloured.
White is not a colour but it contains them all, green is the common in nature, and magenta is the "non-green", a negative of green in colour theory, since it contains all radiations of red and blue and none of the green spectrum. With the years I found a pattern in my obsession with magenta, cyan and yellow: The three are substractive primary colours. Interesting how the mind works.
All of the above is symbolic for me. The whole in the white, the opposite forces in the green and magenta, and the eternal way of the sojourner in the neverending curves.
Aside the digression, this is a dedication for Mage, the paria colour which gives the contrary on nature.
So happy birthday to me, but right now, continuing with the same kind of thoughts -giving the contrary on nature-, would be an excelent time to stop the biological clock; as Groucho Marx said: "If you keep having birthdays you'll eventually die." :-)
With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums,
I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
I beat and pound for the dead,
I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.
Vivas to those who have fail'd!
And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!
And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!
And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!
Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself", part 18.