A glass garden blooms in impossible symmetry, each petal a shard of color caught in the act of becoming light. The heart burns orange, a sun at the center of its own stained-glass universe, while blues and purples ripple outward like evening skies learning how to sing. Every turn of the pattern feels both new and eternal, as though the flower has been waiting for centuries to open—yet opens again with every gaze.

This print is mounted on black acrylic, appears frameless and floats 1" off the wall.

Larger sizes available by request.