Hydrangea

There's something about a flower that cuts straight through the noise. Hydrangea is one of those pieces that takes me back to the very beginning — back to why I ever picked up a brush in the first place. I painted this directly onto raw wood, letting the grain breathe through as its own kind of texture, its own kind of voice. The blue is thick and alive, built up with a palette knife so each tiny bloom has its own weight, its own light catching the edge. Two broad green leaves cradle it from below like open hands. Nothing complicated. Nothing performed. Just a flower, some paint, and the quiet reminder of where it all started.