Notice more than the expressive beauty of the sunflowers. Look how the shimmer of the knife's blade is repeated by the white reflections of the crinkled newspaper in the vase. Hear the echo of the darker chair in its background fellow. Be warmed by the light coming in the window, and cooled by the shadow that casts the bucket and woman's cleaning cloth in blue. This room is so slick and green, like the young plant-shoots these severed flowers once were, before they grew into something even more marvelous.