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Description
Summers Breath
Gallery Note
Carefully arranged blossoms, curling leaves, and flourishes of blue and gold. But as with all things worth noticing, it held something more. The red and yellow petals seemed to lean inward, as if eavesdropping on a secret the center had not yet told. And just between the twin blue arches, like a sigh caught in paint, there it was: Summer’s Breath. Not a wind, not a word—but the moment just before, when everything is still and waiting. One couldn’t say what had happened, only that it had left a trace. And in this design, it remains.
Artist Inspiration
A pause, a hush, a ghost of heat,
Where time and beauty almost meet. You’ll never know just what took place— But still it lingers, lace on lace.So trace the stem, and mind the air— The breath is gone, but it was there.
by Paul Reeb Artist
Description
Summers Breath
Gallery Note
Carefully arranged blossoms, curling leaves, and flourishes of blue and gold. But as with all things worth noticing, it held something more. The red and yellow petals seemed to lean inward, as if eavesdropping on a secret the center had not yet told. And just between the twin blue arches, like a sigh caught in paint, there it was: Summer’s Breath. Not a wind, not a word—but the moment just before, when everything is still and waiting. One couldn’t say what had happened, only that it had left a trace. And in this design, it remains.
Artist Inspiration
A pause, a hush, a ghost of heat,
Where time and beauty almost meet. You’ll never know just what took place— But still it lingers, lace on lace.
So trace the stem, and mind the air— The breath is gone, but it was there.
by Paul Reeb Artist