A huge flower opens like a living flame frozen in the moment of breathing.
Its sharp pink petals are not delicate—they cut through space, dissecting familiar perspective.
It doesn’t grow from the earth—it emerges.
Like a sign, like a warning, like an open wound of light.
The flower becomes a threshold creature: it cannot be touched without being changed.
It guards the boundary between form and decay, between beauty and anxiety.
Acrylic on canvas, 40*50 cm (15,7”*19,7”)
Signed on the front and back by the artist.
Stretched and ready to hang.
A certificate of Authenticity signed and dated by the artist will be included in the package.
