The Blooming Inferno

This painting rises like a combustion of blossoms. Pinks and whites twist upward in plumes, at once smoke and petals, fire and bloom. Dark forms at the base anchor the surge, recalling roots or ash, while at the crown pale blossoms open in fragile counterpoint.

It is an image of paradox — birth entangled with burning, beauty interlaced with collapse. The work holds the sense that every eruption is also a blooming, and every bloom carries the shadow of fire.