Hind: €370
Acrylics, markers, canvas
On the canvas the flower becomes more than a flower. Its blurred petals drift like fragments of passing hours, gently dissolving into the luminous space around them. It carries the sense of time slipping away—fragile, elusive, yet beautiful in its impermanence. I painted it as if it were time itself—melting, fading, impossible to hold. And in this quiet stillness, I am not impatient. I am simply here, watching how even waiting can unfold into something delicate and beautiful.
