Oil on stretched canvas, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

Cut flowers are a delicate thing. Without water for just a few days, they will wither away. Even with daily care, they will eventually wilt on their own after a few days. It seems as if they exist just for those few days of blooming. When they first bloom, they are praised and people are eager to come close and smell their fragrance. But when they begin to shrink and wither, even those who were once enamored of them find the scent of the stems in the water unbearable. However, isn't this final moment of beauty and persistence in blooming also a kind of posture? It seems worthy of appreciation.