Not all beauty seeks the light.
There is a hush in this arrangement — as if the flowers are listening to the sky shift.
Pastel blooms rise in tender contrast to the muted gray, their petals recalling the final light of spring or the first warmth of autumn.
Draped fabric flows like memory — light, layered, and ungraspable.
This painting is a moment of transition, where nothing is asked, and everything is felt. A breath between what has passed and what is yet to come.