
A fiery poppy standing tall and proud in front of the ancient library that was once full of life and stories, abandoned and re-found. The Library that is now only walls and pillars, empty inside except for the shutters of tourists’ camera lenses, hoping to catch a feeling of the greatness that used to be. The irony of the poppy that represents wealth and success with the library that was full of both those representations. The contrast of the silky solf and smooth poppy with the delicately rough, carved out designs of the building.
