

This composition turns a field of lily pads into a slow-moving constellation, where warm vermilions and molten oranges drift across a wine-dark surface like memories rising through water. The blossoms punctuate the expanse as quiet flare-points, their sharpened petals catching light that feels less like sunlight than an inward illumination, insisting on presence amid surrounding depth. By compressing space into layered, overlapping discs, the artist replaces natural perspective with emotional proximity, suggesting a meditative threshold between stillness and emergence.







