Irises

First week at the new place. Everyone's being super careful around me like I might explode or something. So I went to the garden and painted flowers. Look, I'm fine, I'm painting flowers. See? Totally stable. The irises were already there, just growing wild. Nobody was taking care of them but they didn't care. Just doing their thing, being purple, living their best life. Respectable. I made them bigger than they actually are. Everything's crowded together because that's how it feels here – everything pushing against everything else, trying to find space. The orange flowers in the back? Marigolds, I think. Don't quote me on that. I paint them, I don't catalog them.