After researching Lewins work I had to create a map of images

that influenced me mainly for my project. I had to look through

her work, understand it and create something new, but at the
same time similar. In order to get clearer idea and put
everything I had in mind into order I wrote a travelogue to lead
me into the city. It was useful writing it, because you can put all
your ideas into one place and connect them with some kind of
logic.
At first I wanted to gather all the plants she paints and try to
recreate them in a similar way like she does, but this didnt turn
to be a very good idea, because everything looked like her
drawings but bigger. Then I looked at things from a different
angle and I saw one of her plants that resembled Ferris wheel
so this pushed the project to a different and better direction.
For Lewin her drawings and prints are parts of memories. These
plants keep the memory of the places she visited and the
emotions she felt. In this sense of things a theme park is a place
where people make memories and win prizes which later
remind them of the time they visited it. There is something
about theme parks in general that looks a bit nostalgic. Its a
special and magical place.

Travelogue
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl living in a big city Not quite. She was an ordinary girl, not so pretty, nor smart, living in a
small flat with her mother. This family was a simple and ordinary one, just like any other in the city gray and silent. Why grey and silent you
might ask? Well that is simple! Because all the colours the city had was everything from white to black. You would not be able to see past
your nose even on a sunny day when the fog was not as thick as usual. The people that inhabited it were a reflection of this city. Since the
place had a rule of no colours, the emotions one could express were limited as well. Nobody knew what would happen if you dared to break
the rules, because nobody was daring enough to do it, as to be brave and bold was something forbidden as well. If someone foreign were to
visit this city, they would think that it was deserted since the locals were not allowed to talk louder or more than necessary. Everyone had
their role which they fulfilled in silence in slavery to their city. Nobody dared to change their routines as they were taught in schools that this
was the only way one could survive. But enough about this boring city This young girl was called Flora. She was no different than any other
citizen. She had straight, dark grey hair, which rested on her shoulders, pale, white skin, and grey eyes. However, looks can be deceiving, as
what actually made her different was her inner self. You see, a city where no fun is allowed and where laughing is permitted only during
certain moments, may be boring for a little girl. Floras father, whom she never knew, was a brave man who dared to break the rules of their
society and got punished for it shortly after she was born. What was his crime you might ask? His crime was that he gave his daughter a
colourful name Flora. One of the rules of the city was that a persons name should not have any meaning, nor stand out in any kind of way.
It must be a combination of silent letters so that no one would have to raise their voice while pronouncing it. Floras mother was, as you may
have figured out by now, a simple woman who had no emotions. She would show no affection nor sorrow about her missing husband, nor
display love to her little daughter.

Flora would always spend her time in the attic, reading her fathers journals about the other worlds he used to imagine, after she had finished
her school duties. These journals were his way to escape his dull reality, without being punished for it. Like father, like child. She would hide
her colourful mind in secret, even from her mother. It was a world where no one was allowed to think outside the borders that were enforced
upon them.
One day, Flora was in the attic when she heard a noise. She stopped reading her fathers journals and listened. Fast footsteps of a creature
with small feet flew from one side of the roof to the small window on the wall. She stood up and tried to gently open it so she could see what
it was without scaring it a chipmunk!

She had never seen one before and so she gasped in excitement. The old window creaked loudly as she forced it open, as it had most likely
never been opened before. Unfortunately, the noise scared the chipmunk away and it jumped, hiding in the trees canopy. Wait!,
desperate to catch the animal, Flora tried to run after it and stumbled on the windows frame falling on a branch. She climbed onto it and
looked around to discover something that appeared to be a small tree house, buried deep within the trees branches and hidden to those
who may have peered up from below.
Inside she found an old wooden box with no lock. She opened it and found a book and a key in the shape of a dandelion next to it. As she
unlocked it a strong light shone from it, sucking Flora into its pages. The next thing she knew, she was no longer in the tree house. She found
herself in a forest far from the city where she lived. She knew that she must have been very far away, precisely due to the fact that this place
was not completely and utterly polluted with hues of gray. Although puzzled, she started to walk into this unfamiliar place and wondered
how to get back home. But then again, why would she want to go back to the gray city? This was different and exciting and she liked it! She
walked until she reached the edge of a cliff with the water of a nearby waterfall beneath her. She recalled all of the fascinating places her
father used to describe in his writings and imagine in his drawings, but this was way beyond anything she could have ever envisioned. These
were things she hadnt learnt about in school, as they were taught only what was necessary in order for them to become good workers.
Additional knowledge was not considered useful.
In the distance she spotted a big structure which looked something like a white dome. It was hard to tell the purpose it served amidst the
mountains. She started walking towards the mysterious, gigantic structure. As she got closer, it became more and more transparent. Soon
she realised it was a greenhouse with strange shapes inside. The greenhouse was surrounded by tall mountains and infinite forests.
Logically, the dome wouldnt receive much sunlight due to its surroundings, but somehow it seemed perfectly lit, almost shining. Soon Flora
saw that it was not the dome that was shining, but the mirrors on one of the mountains ridges, reflecting sunlight onto it. Why had
someone set up a fake sun just for this greenhouse? What does it contain? Is it dangerous? All of these questions started popping up inside
Floras head with every step she took towards the greenhouse.

Finally, Flora made it to the dome. However, she saw no door, so she stood there wondering how she could enter it. The dome seemed to be
made out of glass. She looked inside through the glass but couldnt make out what was in there beside bushes. The puzzling structure was so
big that she felt like an ant beside it. So fascinating and magnificent and so shiny in the reflected sunlight, it even slightly intimidated her. She
walked around the dome on the muddy grass for almost an hour looking for an door or a gate, until she found a pile of big rocks where she
saw a small opening, just big enough for her to squeeze in.
As she continued forward, she spotted a gigantic Ferris wheel in the shape of dill in the distance ahead. It was slowly moving clockwise. Its
cabins were in the shape of seeds, as if the Ferris wheel had little Ferris wheels all circling on their own axis. The buildings near her looked
like seeds about to bloom into poppies. It seemed as if they were houses. They had small holes like windows and bigger ones carved into it
shapes like doors. It was so interesting how these poppy seeds looked the same but at the same time different in their structure and poses
under the reflected light. There were no streets, as the entire field was grassy with a few rocky patches here and there. There were only but
trees inside, but mostly structures resembling plants. She could recall all of these shapes from the journal. They were each triggering a
different memory, a different story that her father had told. Everything was separated in their plant groups, which made the place even more
exciting and layered. One could never be bored, as there was always something new to explore. She remembered that in the journal was a
weed-stinging nettle, which gathered around a certain area under the most beautiful structures. It was the suburbs. Its leaves were in the
shape of horizontal pointy blocks with small windows. This place was most definitely the neighbourhood of the poor people. Every beautiful
thing needs its protection, her father wrote in his journal. It is natural behaviour for one organism to serve as a defence of another species.
Other type of weeds were either houses glued to one another with oddly shaped rooftops or shopping centres every branch and floor with
different a store. The same rule applied to different leisure activities. The fun neighbourhood, her father had named it. They were all rarely
found plants that would grow only on rocky places, so she found herself on uneven ground.
As Flora continued wandering deeper into the city, she started to see its citizens. They appeared to look just like in the city she lived in.
However, she noticed that they dressed differently and wore many bright and beautiful colours. They also made different facial expressions,
some of which were very unusual. Suddenly, Flora witnessed something rare the place became loud with chatter as the air filled with voices
and unfamiliar sounds. Why are these people talking to each other and making strange noises? Why are they so different from one
another?, she pondered.

She saw vehicles that looked like sliced oranges or lemons, moving forwards on their seeds. It all seemed so fun and exciting. The people
who were passing by greeted her with strange expressions, their mouths curling upwards at the sides. She had never seen this type of
expression before, so she couldnt really name it. She wondered what this gesture could mean, and since she was told from when she was
little to always blend in, she started repeating what the people around her were doing. Flora was a gray girl amidst a rainbow of colours,
and she definitely stood out.
It seemed that Flora had reached the city centre, as the buildings were different than the ones she had seen up until now. Everything had
been more like different types of neighbourhoods, with only a specific set of plant-shaped buildings. Here, she saw tall buildings reaching
up into in the sky as flowers. There were skyscrapers in the shapes of different leaves. On the ground were large circular shapes, the
middle part of the flower, which functioned as large buildings, maybe hospitals, or perhaps even schools. Encasing these buildings were
petals, which collected solar energy when they bloomed. The biggest and most interesting building so far, was a purple one that looked like
it had a crown of blue, green and pink in a unique shape of a not bloomed yet rare flower. Near it were a set of thistles with all different
types of petals. Even though these plants did not usually look very friendly nor beautiful, there was something about their colours and
shapes that made them look so beautiful.
She suddenly realised that the city was getting darker. All the flower buildings closed their petals. There were lamps on the grassy streets
shaped like briar berries, which were lit up by fireflies. She followed the path up to a small lake which was surrounded by the glow of some
strange flowers. Around the lake was a bush of dandelions, brightly lit up in different colours. There was one in the lake, to witch people
had to cross over to by a bridge. She became so curious as to what these buildings were, as there were interesting noises coming from
them. As she drew nearer, she saw some citizens sitting on small wooden chairs at wide tables having a meal. Flora realised that she hadnt
eaten anything since arriving at this place and smelling the food triggered her hunger. She found a place at a table and sat away from the
locals. She was given the menu by the waiter. Everything on the menu included all kinds of insects and plants. The idea to have a meal
quickly disappeared from her mind and she moved on the to dandelion-shaped buildings where she found herself amongst a crowd of
people who were doing something forbidden for her fun. And she gave in

Nobody knows what happened to Flora afterwards. Her mother, as gray as she was never seemed to miss her, or at least never showed it.
Rumour has it, she committed a crime and she was punished for it. Some say she escaped somehow over the highly secured border. Soon
after nobody even knew who was Flora. Maybe just another citizen on the gray city, how could someone tell the difference between one
another, when they are both alike?

At first while I was researching through the internet for literally

anything that came to my mind, I wrote down everything I
found of value to the project. I took notes of articles about
Lewin I found, because I wanted to take parts of her and bring
them to the final image.
When I was looking for the perfect name for the city I
brainstormed a lot, because it had to be Scottish name, since
she likes Scottish folklore so it seemed like the perfect idea.
After big research of Scottish names I found only two that
would fit the city Flora and Layle. Flora means flower and
Layle from another island comes from the word land, so I
combined them into Florayle, which following the logic should
mean flower from another island.

With all ideas being let out of my mind I picked my

favourite designs for structures and collaged them
into a final image which later on I coloured with
gradient map. The image I was going for was
extreme low fisheye angle to make the structures
seem bigger and massive. Its inspired from kinetic
structures so everything had to seem in movement.
The shapes are simplified, because of Lewins work.
She uses a lot of circular shapes, dandelions and
different kid of herbs, which in her prints looked like
Ferris Wheels and this was the base for my final
concept.

Every element of the image had

separate gradient, because I wanted
to add different colour effects to
some details. Angie focuses in the
plants structures and shows how
every plant is different than the
other, this is exactly what I was
going for. Although the colours, of
course, had to be of the same
colour pallet, they were still a bit
different. The colours I chose are all
vintage and are colours I picked
from her prints.