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Description
When my sister suggested I needed some wall art for the living room, I assumed she meant a tasteful landscape or perhaps a poster of dogs playing poker. Instead, she presented me with what can only be described as a ceramic flower on steroids. This wasn't just any flower, mind you. It was a blue bloom that looked like it had escaped from Alice's Wonderland and decided to take up residence on my wall. The petals, thanks to some fancy glazing technique, gradated from a soft sky blue to a deep navy brown at the tips, as if the flower was blushing at its own audacity. "It's abstract art," my sister declared, in a tone that dared me to disagree. I nodded, wondering if 'abstract' was code for 'created by aliens.' But here's the thing: the longer I stared at this beauty of wall decor, the more I liked it. It was ridiculous, yes, but also oddly mesmerizing. I found myself making up stories about its origin. Perhaps it was a rare species discovered in the depths of the Mariana Trench, or a mutant daisy exposed to cosmic rays. Now, whenever someone visits, their eyes inevitably drift to my cerulean wall flower. "That's... interesting," they say, clearly struggling to find a polite adjective. I just smile, secretly pleased that my living room has become a conversation piece. Who knew that embracing the absurd could be so satisfying?
