Descrição
I don’t know why, but this iris decided to open wide, like it’s singing its own quiet song under the late afternoon light. The purple folds unfold slowly, almost like a melody stretching out, imperfect and real. Amid green leaves and soft shadows, it feels like something waiting to be heard—or maybe just seen, without needing words. It’s a piece that could quietly change the energy of the room, if you let it.
