Between the Wipers and the Bloom

$500.00

This image reads like a fleeting memory caught in a storm. At the heart of the composition floats a spectral bouquet of yellow-green flowers, overlaid with the faint impression of a butterfly—fragile life suspended in stark contrast against a deep black field. The intense darkness isolates the florals, making them glow like a vision seen through closed eyes.

Below, textures of windshield glass, rain streaks, and reflections fold into each other in a low amber glow. Ghostly arcs suggest wiper blades mid-sweep, cleaning a path through memory or vision. At the bottom edge, streaks of violet and silver light trace the gesture of movement—perhaps headlights passing on a rainy night, or the glint of something glimpsed and then gone.

Between the Wipers and the Bloom captures the dissonance between mechanical and organic worlds, between momentary clarity and persistent illusion. The blooms appear through an aperture of darkness, hinting at ephemeral beauty or suppressed longing. This is an image about thresholds: the threshold between nature and machine, between remembering and forgetting, and between isolation and connection.

It evokes the fragile joy that lives even in heavy times, and how the act of looking—through rain, shadow, or glass—can become a moment of awakening.

This image reads like a fleeting memory caught in a storm. At the heart of the composition floats a spectral bouquet of yellow-green flowers, overlaid with the faint impression of a butterfly—fragile life suspended in stark contrast against a deep black field. The intense darkness isolates the florals, making them glow like a vision seen through closed eyes.

Below, textures of windshield glass, rain streaks, and reflections fold into each other in a low amber glow. Ghostly arcs suggest wiper blades mid-sweep, cleaning a path through memory or vision. At the bottom edge, streaks of violet and silver light trace the gesture of movement—perhaps headlights passing on a rainy night, or the glint of something glimpsed and then gone.

Between the Wipers and the Bloom captures the dissonance between mechanical and organic worlds, between momentary clarity and persistent illusion. The blooms appear through an aperture of darkness, hinting at ephemeral beauty or suppressed longing. This is an image about thresholds: the threshold between nature and machine, between remembering and forgetting, and between isolation and connection.

It evokes the fragile joy that lives even in heavy times, and how the act of looking—through rain, shadow, or glass—can become a moment of awakening.