A little love story written by an artist I admire. A touching questioning about love. Do you like my hips? Do you like my brain? Niki’s figures as we know them from her sculptures, lush flowers and trees. And the story of a love that eventually dies like a neglected flower.
“My Love, Coucou,
You are my rose, my crocodile, my tulip, my sunflower, my L.S.D, m daffodil, my violet, my idiot, my four leaf clover. A big kiss from your bad weed who loves you. A little ? Yes. A lot? Yes. Forever ? Yes.”
