Untitled 663 (Wildflower Butterfly)

Centered like a living emblem, the butterfly’s ochre wings—edged in nocturnal black and punctuated by pale constellations—gather the surrounding garden into a single, poised moment of becoming. The composition choreographs abundance without chaos: vertical stems rise as a soft lattice, while blooms in saturated reds, pinks, and blues pulse around the still axis of the insect, turning the field into a halo of sensation. Light feels gently diffused, lending the scene a tender clarity that reads less as botanical record than as a meditation on fragility held in balance—wildness disciplined into pattern, and transience made briefly monumental.