The March of the Sunflowers

Acrylic on canvas, 150 cm × 100 cm

The March of the Sunflowers was the first step, an idea more than an image.
A system of repetition. A ritual of squares. A structure where flowers don’t grow, they are built.

A sunflower field unfolds into quiet order. Each bloom follows the next, aligned in shape, rhythm, and intention, not by command, but by belonging.
Their stems lean forward, their leaves stretch outward, as if the whole field has turned gently in the same direction, drawn by something greater than light.

Above them, the red sky hums with quiet tension, not fire, not dusk, but something in between. It casts the scene not as static, but as becoming, a moment of collective movement, held still.

This is not a portrait of nature. It is a reflection on unity.
A place where the individual flower retains its presence, but moves with the whole, not in surrender, but in shared purpose.