

This still life stages its bouquet like a brief, luminous conversation against a misted field of blueβpetals rising and dissolving at once, as if memory were doing the arranging. The composition balances two modest jars in a quiet asymmetry, where softened edges and veils of translucent paint let the flowers breathe into the surrounding air rather than sit rigidly within it. Cool ground tones temper the exuberant pinks and violets, turning bloom into reverie and suggesting the tender impermanence of what is gathered, held, and already beginning to drift away.







