Following the lime-green petals of a zinnia, we go around the circle of life.
Whorls of spinning repetition, repeated rows of endless segments – they all lead back to before.
Somehow, though, we have never been here.
The cycle of a year is a similar journey.
And here we arrive at the spring again.
It’s the same but somehow different, and it always feels new, no matter how many times we go around.Back to Blog