When lilies bloom, they don’t scream or shine loudly—
they simply stand, quietly noble.
This piece is not just a painting of a flower—
it’s a painting of a way of being.
I imagined the lily opening in the breeze,
not rushing, not retreating—just there, calm and undeniable.
White is not only purity,
but also space—space where grief can breathe,
and where memory can slowly settle.
This painting is for those who have ever held their strength in silence,
and for every soul choosing gentleness in a loud world.
