Semper Augustus, probably the most expensive flower ever. It’s beauty was fragile, because due to the virus infecting them bulbs could wane forever, never bringing flower again. Broken flowers. But they live in the art forever, painted in the baroque manner, where each light has got it’s shadow, each beauty turns into ugliness, a treasure becomes a rubbish. Fresh flowers are painted on the front, but there are old ones, reminding about death and decay, in the black foreground, dissappearing into the darkness.
There are many tulips similar to Semper Augustus these days, but to me they don’t convey it’s beauty.