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Description
Gallery Note
It was the sort of garden one didn’t wander into lightly. A circular tangle of basil leaves and golden blossoms lay arranged with suspicious symmetry, as if by unseen hands—or wings. At its center, a single bee hovered, too purposeful to be innocent, too still to be ordinary. Around her, others gathered like courtiers or conspirators, heads bowed as though receiving instruction. The purple border framed the scene like draped velvet at a séance, its corners blooming with blue—unsettlingly blue—flowers that seemed to listen more than grow.
One might have said it was simply a celebration of pollination… Or one might have wondered what secret, sacred pact had just been sealed in pollen and scent.Artist Inspiration
In velvet dusk where secrets cling,
The circle hums with golden wing.
Not garden, no—this ring of green
Is altar masked in botanic sheen.by Paul Reeb Artist
Description
Gallery Note
It was the sort of garden one didn’t wander into lightly. A circular tangle of basil leaves and golden blossoms lay arranged with suspicious symmetry, as if by unseen hands—or wings. At its center, a single bee hovered, too purposeful to be innocent, too still to be ordinary. Around her, others gathered like courtiers or conspirators, heads bowed as though receiving instruction. The purple border framed the scene like draped velvet at a séance, its corners blooming with blue—unsettlingly blue—flowers that seemed to listen more than grow.
One might have said it was simply a celebration of pollination…
Or one might have wondered what secret, sacred pact had just been sealed in pollen and scent.
Artist Inspiration
In velvet dusk where secrets cling,
The circle hums with golden wing.
Not garden, no—this ring of green
Is altar masked in botanic sheen.
by Paul Reeb Artist