Pionies in a vase.
I painted these peonies in a moment of stillness, when the world outside seemed to dissolve into light. Their fragile fullness spoke to me- a quiet reminder of how beauty lingers Just at the edge of fading. Each petal felt like a breath, a heartbeat of color suspended in time.
The art of painting became a kind of meditation: the slow rhythm of brush, the softness of pink against muted gray, the shimmer of glass holding what cannot truly be held.
I wanted to capture not only their form, but the emotion they leave behind- that tender ache of impermanence, when something so alive begins to surrender to silence.
In these flowers, i see both Joy and melancholy- a fleeting bloom, and yet eternal in memory.
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Pionies in a vase.
I painted these peonies in a moment of stillness, when the world outside seemed to dissolve into light. Their fragile fullness spoke to me- a quiet reminder of how beauty lingers Just at the edge of fading. Each petal felt like a breath, a heartbeat of color suspended in time.
The art of painting became a kind of meditation: the slow rhythm of brush, the softness of pink against muted gray, the shimmer of glass holding what cannot truly be held.
I wanted to capture not only their form, but the emotion they leave behind- that tender ache of impermanence, when something so alive begins to surrender to silence.
In these flowers, i see both Joy and melancholy- a fleeting bloom, and yet eternal in memory.
Oil gesso
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