Did you know that in Mauritius, flowers have their own language? They whisper sweet messages to us, colourful and evocative.
The painter’s palette seems devoid of so many shades of red that characterize the surprising Pink Torch Ginger. From the pale nuance of pink, meaningful of tenderness, platonic love to a fiery passionate blood red hue. The hues of deep red to florescent pink roses can be discovered online, at ProFlowers. All those shades and halftones where each are conveying a special message that goes straight to the heart. Try to imagine the flamboyant orange shade of the heliconia, similar to a bright and warm fire, or the yellow hibiscus, which at times turns crude, even icy, while at others warms up to reflect the sunlight, a source of life.
The flowers seem to be singing the song of life; they even go as far as glorifying it and even showering it with praises whilst inviting us to join in the chorus. How can we therefore not be rejoicing, exulting even... and finally, be totally charmed?
Amidst their various shapes, flowers are testimonies of feminine beauty, both gentle and sensual. Harmonious curves inviting for caresses. They make us think about the procession of Hindu women, clad in multi coloured saris, passing through the wide green expanse of swaying sugarcane fields.
Look at the flowers dancing in the light breeze: joyful farandole, flirtatious sega, and an invitation to love. Malcolm de Chazal, a renowned Mauritian poet, once said: “Just like a woman who allowed herself to be kissed but steals away her lips afterwards, similarly, the flower, caught unaware by the wind, bends over and allow its lips to be stolen, then tossing back its head, stealthily hid its lips more and more as the pleas of the winds become more insistent”.
The strength of life is clearly expressed through this erotic plant life. Colours and shapes are appeals to move along with their moods so that life carries on forever... so that others, like us, can one day admire, even contemplate I should say, the beauty instilled in the flowers.
What about their fragrance? You must be asking yourself this.
No! Those of the tropical flowers.
Oh! Well, they don’t have any!
Maybe that it’s precisely for this reason that they are so exuberant in their shades and so sensuous in their shapes. Strangely, they resemble this Creole dancer with a shimmering dress, a genuine explosion of warm colours, who spins around, leaps and plays with her body. She twirls, twirls again and finally come to a standstill before the amazed spectators. A blooming and attractive flower, indeed!
Yes, flowers do talk and convey the beauty of life, which is always reproducing and thus, generously spreads throughout the universe. The anthurium, its stem erected shamelessly, will not contradict me! It keeps sowing in the winds so that others, similar to it, can rise upward, proudly...
Text: © Maurice Matthey • Photos: © Fabrice Bettex / Mysterra