"Golden Hour Bouquet"
There is a hush that falls over a room in the last hour of daylight, when everything ordinary turns luminous. Golden Hour Bouquet lives in that hush. Loose blooms of deep pink and magenta spill from a soft blue vase, their edges dissolving into the wash the way real flowers blur at dusk, no hard lines, just color finding its own shape.
It is a still life, but it does not sit still. The greens move, the yellow breathes. A small painting about a large feeling: that even the ordinary, held in the right light, becomes worth stopping for.
