Untitled 103 (Tea Time Reflections)

A cascade of hibiscus blooms erupts in saturated crimson against smoky washes, their velvety petals pressed up from darkness like memories insisting on color. The striped bench anchors the scene with a measured, almost musical rhythm, while the elongated figure—part silhouette, part absence—lifts a patterned cup as if sipping the day’s quiet resilience. Between flower and face, the scattering marks read as drifting thoughts or birds in flight, turning a simple pause into a tender meditation on solitude, fragrance, and the small rituals that keep the inner world luminous.