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   23.   AROMA, ongoing

   A still life series where spring doesn’t arrive, it lingers.
   Where summer joins in bloom, and nothing hurries.
   It hums beneath the surface, threading form with form,
   letting objects meet and hold their place, composed in quiet harmony.

   This is not about perfection.
   This is about presence.
   About the light that slices through now and catches the mess
   the fragments, the forgotten, the nearly-thrown-away.
   Here, the discarded doesn’t apologise. It leads.
   It whispers in colour, in shadow, in silence.

   Everything unnecessary has fallen away.
   What’s left pulses.








                                               





















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see next project:

LINGUA PLANTA, nightflowers, coming soon