For me, gardenias were the scent of coming of age. Pristine and white, its beauty was fleeting. While you held it in your hand, it could begin to turn, as though innocence itself were slipping away.
24”x30” oil painting on canvas. It is unframed.
Tax/Shipping billed separately.
For me, gardenias were the scent of coming of age. Pristine and white, its beauty was fleeting. While you held it in your hand, it could begin to turn, as though innocence itself were slipping away.
24”x30” oil painting on canvas. It is unframed.
Tax/Shipping billed separately.
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