Sakura

Acrylic on canvas, 40 cm x 80 cm

Light as breath, precise as memory. Sakura suspends time in full bloom.

The pinks here are not sweet, but serene. Pale blossoms float weightlessly across a deep, angular branch, as if released into the air by the tree itself. Each bloom is a quadriflower: balanced, inward, unfolding. Yet in this piece, their weight seems reduced to pure gesture.

There is movement, but it’s quiet. A drifting rather than a fall.
The branches anchor nothing; instead, they offer direction, extending like calligraphic strokes through space.

The palette is contemplative. Pale blushes and deep reds speak of transience, of beauty that cannot be held. Each flower remains structurally precise, yet spiritually ephemeral.

And within that balance of form and impermanence, Sakura becomes a meditation, not on blooming, but on being.