My Flowers 4

Set against a cool, vertically banded field of blues, the bouquet erupts with a measured exuberance—warm oranges and sunlit yellows orbiting around crisp white-and-cobalt blooms that read like quiet anchors amid celebration. The painter’s tactile strokes thicken the petals and leaves into a living surface, so that each flower feels less arranged than gathered in a moment of abundance, held together by the steady, bowl-like vessel below. Small fallen leaves and petals at the base introduce a tender note of impermanence, turning this still life into a meditation on joy that is vivid precisely because it is fleeting.