This series began with a fleeting moment: a child’s face, lost to war, glimpsed in the heart of a flower bouquet arranged earlier that day. The vision lingered, uninvited yet resolute, threading itself into these works. Flowers—symbols of fragility and fleeting beauty—are interwoven with the stark remnants of violence: artillery, rubble, burnt flesh. Together, they speak of contrasts that are impossible to untangle—life amid destruction, memory shaped by grief.