Bloom Centaurea Cyanus Dinner Plate

If BLOOM were a poem, it would be a haiku: almost everything is a blank page, with the exception of a few meaning-laden syllables printed. Emptiness reigns here as well, enhancing evanescent flowers with no roots floating in the air, each in conversation with a butterfly, a dragonfly, or a pair of bees. A dreamy and romantic mood, light and suspended. At the same time, tenacious and powerful.