My Flowers 3

A dense bouquet of daisies rises from a low, pale vessel, its whites and buttered yellows set against a heated ground of reds and ochres that feels less like a room than a pulse. Thick, confident strokes articulate petals and leaf-shadows with a slightly theatrical contrast, as if the arrangement is being staged between celebration and embered nostalgia. The dark, wine-toned foliage and the clustered crimson blossoms compress the space, turning the still life into a meditation on abundance—beauty held tightly, radiant, and briefly uncontainable.