She wanted to be a flower, born in the
Bayou out of Cajun melodies. Formed by the touch of violin strings, uplifted by the voice of the bandoneon, unfolded by the gentle embrace of the guitar. She gathers sadness in her petals; longing, lost loves and kisses. She dreams in the shade of ancient life oaks where lichen veils dance on the rhythm of a song
brought on the river by the wind. The red rims are wounds of 'saudade', they burn like bronze in the evening sun. She grows transparent with light, her heart filled with possible worlds.
The Bayou Flower was selected for the27th Gold Coast International Ceramic