Pressed Petals

Soft rectangles drift like keepsakes between pages—dust-rose, sun-warmed ochre, meadow sage, and the deep hush of olive. Each hue feels gently flattened by time, as though summer blooms were pressed and left to whisper their stories in pigment. Wisps of graphite loops and quiet swoops trace the air around them, capturing the fleeting path of a petal’s fall, the secret rustle of a turned page. Light filters through thin veils of white, letting certain colors glow while others fade into memory, inviting you to lean closer and notice the subtle bruises of pink, the tender wash of grey, the unexpected spark of tangerine. Pressed Petals is a pause—an intimate anthology of moments gathered, stilled, and held fast—reminding us that fragility can be curated, and that even the softest remnants can anchor a room in quiet joy.