petit chou fleur

Not your nan’s flower garden. This ongoing series is a blooming paradox, delicate yet dangerous, soft yet screaming. Flowers made from hearts, brains, eyes, bombs, and peace signs.…even Death’s rocking a floral crown. Born from a shift in whom I was (and whom I’m becoming), each piece holds a mirror to transformation, mortality, and the quiet power of choosing peace in a world wired for war. The Peace Bringer, my reaper-gardener, reminds us that life and death grow from the same soil and that true beauty isn’t seen until it’s nearly lost. Cultivate your mind. Tend to your heart. Smell the flowers... before the fuse burns out.

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Mock The System