Some love letters are written in ink. Others bloom long after the writer is gone.This collection is a garden of ghosts and genius, a tribute to beauty that refuses to die, where Van Gogh’s...
Some love letters are written in ink. Others bloom long after the writer is gone.This collection is a garden of ghosts and genius, a tribute to beauty that refuses to die, where Van Gogh’s sunflowers, Monet’s water lilies, and Botticelli’s florals have been reimagined, woven into new patterns that breathe fresh life into old masterpieces. Petals painted by long-dead hands now spill across walls, creating something haunting, romantic, and impossibly timeless.
These aren’t just flowers—they’re fragments of feverish obsessions, whispered odes to lost muses, remnants of artists who saw the world in color no one else could. The palettes are rich, the strokes wild, the romance unmistakable. A garden of genius, blooming forever.
Because great art, like great love, never really dies.