Rooted in quiet contemplation, still life reveals the poetry of everyday objects. Our collection transforms the ordinary into the eternal—vessels of memory, harmony, and light.
Purple irises burst from a white vase, their petals curling like flames. The brushstrokes feel alive—loose yet deliberate. Shadows pool beneath the blooms, grounding their wild energy. It’s not just flowers; it’s a quiet rebellion against stillness.
Thick brushstrokes carve out apples and bananas on a muted table. The fruit feels heavy, almost tangible—their weight pressing against the canvas. Shadows pool beneath them, deepening the quiet tension between ripeness and decay. No flourish, just raw presence. A simple arrangement that hums with quiet intensity.
Vibrant petals spill across the canvas—roses heavy with dew, tulips curling at the edges. The bouquet feels alive, as if plucked from a sunlit garden moments ago. Dark leaves twist against soft blooms, their shadows pooling like spilled ink. A quiet riot of color, poised between freshness and decay.
Loose white lilacs tumble over the vase’s edge, their petals brushing against tight pink rosebuds. The flowers seem caught mid-movement, as if they might spill onto the table at any moment. A single fallen petal rests on the dark surface below.
Glossy raspberries tumble across the canvas, their plump forms catching the light. Each berry seems ready to burst, the deep reds and delicate fuzz almost tangible. A few leaves curl at the edges, adding a whisper of green to the rich, juicy scene. The fruit looks freshly picked, still holding the warmth of summer.
A vase overflows with blooms—soft petals blur into dreamlike hues, their forms dissolving at the edges. The flowers seem to breathe, caught between reality and something stranger, as if they might fade into the air or grow roots through the table.
Bold fauvist strokes ignite a riot of color—anemones burst crimson against golden mimosa, their petals almost vibrating off the canvas. The flowers don’t sit; they pulse with wild energy, as if the vase might shatter from sheer vitality.
A green vase overflows with blooms—some delicate, others bold—their petals almost trembling against the dark. The flowers seem to whisper secrets, their colors glowing like fragments of a dream.
A loose bouquet spills from a brown vase, petals soft yet vibrant against the muted tones. The flowers seem to hover between dream and decay, their delicate forms dissolving at the edges. Something lingers beneath the surface—not just blossoms, but whispers of color and shadow.