You breath life into my bosom. Oleander

In the "language of flowers" (early 19th century) oleander, a shrub with pleasant-smelling flowers and poisonous milky juice, stood for "you breathe life into my bosom".
Circling, pulsing shapes of light (feedback) become the breast for the personified oleander in surreal reflections on this meaning. The metaphor for the feminine is connected with oleander. As a duality and reciprocal projection of their desires they move in a cycle whose significance must still be deciphered.

(Barbara Doser & Hofstetter Kurt)