02/03/2026
Three diffent sizes black frames, black backgrounds.
And then — color.
Poppies, mimosa, and helleborus, all arranged against deep black. The darkness isn’t swallowing them. It’s holding them. The black becomes a kind of stage, or maybe a void, where the flowers feel more alive, more defiant.
Poppies carry that fragile, fleeting beauty — paper-thin petals that feel like they could disappear mid-breath. Mimosa brings softness, almost a whisper of warmth. And helleborus, blooming in the cold, feels steady and enduring. Together they speak different languages of grief .
What moves me most is that pieces like this rarely go to strangers. My clients are almost always returning, or they find me through word of mouth. There’s something deeply humbling about that — the trust, the quiet conversations that lead to these works. It tells me the work isn’t just seen, it’s felt.
Color against darkness. Beauty against the inevitable. Original Flowers and commissioned works through
