Original artwork description:

This painting is not a still life—it is an uproar, a riot of petals caught mid-flight, bursting forth from the very heart of the canvas. It is the very definition of alive, captured in acrylic: a bouquet not bound by vases, but propelled into pure movement, into wild release.

A bloom caught mid-explosion, it ignites the viewer’s gaze—sun yellows, flame oranges, cobalt blues, violets, teals, and lime greens tumble together in ecstatic abandon. The flowers don’t simply sit; they shout, they dance, they erupt, flinging their colors outward like joy itself has grown impatient and burst through the skin of the world.

The background, a subtle shifting gradient from stone-gray to sky-blue, acts like a horizon of silence, against which this chromatic thunderclap can reverberate. One side seems to brood with dusk, the other glows like dawn—this bouquet could belong to any time, any season, a storm of celebration suspended between beginnings and ends.

Look closer: the splashes, streaks, and flicks of paint are not random. They are gestures of urgency, like the beating wings of butterflies or the quick tremble of leaves in wind. The stems at the bottom gather like a rooted chorus, ink-black lines crisscrossing and tangling like the chaos beneath beauty, the wildness beneath composure.

And yet—within the fury—balance. This is not chaos without reason. It is symphonic disorder, like jazz played by the meadow, an improvisation by nature on the theme of joy.

This bouquet is not given; it is unleashed. It speaks of celebration not as something calm and composed, but as something inevitable—a force that breaks through the gray and fills the air with scentless, shapeless, irrepressible color.

All paintings are signed on the front and are delivered with the certificate of authenticity.
High grade oil paint and mediums used .
Packaging: Securely wrapped in bubble wrap then carefully packaged

Materials used:

oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame

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