Scarlet
Carmine
A flower found its way into the frame and decided to stay.
This piece wasn’t made to explain anything. It was made from color, curiosity, and the pleasure of looking. For a moment, the flower and the figure seem to borrow from one another. The bloom softening into silhouette, the silhouette blooming into something else.
Sometimes an image does not ask to be understood. Sometimes it simply asks to be looked at, felt.