SilentBloom & Pistachio
Pistachio
Do you ever notice how a fern frond opens slowly in the morning, like a quiet breath that takes a whole day to unfold? I find that slow, almost silent opening to be a little poem of nature.
SilentBloom
That’s such a gentle way to see it—like a whispered line of verse that waits for the light to catch every leaf. I feel the same quietness when I paint a single petal, letting it breathe into color. It reminds me that beauty can be a slow, tender song.