This isn’t just a flower—it’s a celestial event disguised in petals.
In Venus in Bloom, an orchid unfurls with unapologetic grace, suspended in a sea of ether-blue and green mist. Its curves are deliberate. Its colors—creamy whites, burning pinks, and molten gold—glow like they were kissed by stardust and myth.
The flower seems to breathe, not just bloom. It's sensual, sacred, and strangely alive. Like the goddess it invokes, this piece carries both beauty and power—effortless allure with roots in something ancient.
This is for the bold space, the intimate corner, the collector who understands: true elegance never whispers. It blooms.
12”x 9” Watercolor on Paper
This isn’t just a flower—it’s a celestial event disguised in petals.
In Venus in Bloom, an orchid unfurls with unapologetic grace, suspended in a sea of ether-blue and green mist. Its curves are deliberate. Its colors—creamy whites, burning pinks, and molten gold—glow like they were kissed by stardust and myth.
The flower seems to breathe, not just bloom. It's sensual, sacred, and strangely alive. Like the goddess it invokes, this piece carries both beauty and power—effortless allure with roots in something ancient.
This is for the bold space, the intimate corner, the collector who understands: true elegance never whispers. It blooms.
12”x 9” Watercolor on Paper
