My Flowers 14

A luminous bouquet of sunlit blooms rises from a softly rounded vessel, its yellows and violets held in gentle tension against a cool, watery ground that breathes like open air. The composition feels deliberately weightless—petals flicker in quick, tactile strokes while the vase dissolves into translucent greens and blues, suggesting that the flowers are as much atmosphere as object. Subtle drips and softened edges turn the still life into a meditation on passing brightness, where abundance is celebrated yet already slipping into memory. The scattered fallen petals below read like quiet punctuation—small relinquishments that deepen the painting’s tender, unforced optimism.