What the Flowers Told Me

Oil on canvas

There’s a kind of language that lives in color. Soft, Urgent, Unspoken. In What the Flowers Told Me, blooms emerge in spirals of gold, blush, and plum, their edges melting and dripping into the quiet blue around them. The composition feels like a memory in motion, half-held, half-surrendered.

This piece speaks of beauty that won’t stay still, of stories carried in petals, and the emotional weight of things left unsaid…….. but deeply felt.