Not every bloom is preserved in full splendor. Some, like this antique pressed flower, wear their years plainly and beautifully.
Collected in 1908, this Ranunculus once stood with satin-bright petals and a stubborn stem, likely plucked from the edge of a cottage garden or perhaps a patch of wild, untamed field. Time, as it does, has softened her edges and dimmed her color. But what remains is quietly powerful: a delicate silhouette, a stem with intention, the suggestion of what once was.
There’s poetry in restraint. Grace in imperfection.
Understated. And entirely one of a kind.
Not every bloom is preserved in full splendor. Some, like this antique pressed flower, wear their years plainly and beautifully.
Collected in 1908, this Ranunculus once stood with satin-bright petals and a stubborn stem, likely plucked from the edge of a cottage garden or perhaps a patch of wild, untamed field. Time, as it does, has softened her edges and dimmed her color. But what remains is quietly powerful: a delicate silhouette, a stem with intention, the suggestion of what once was.
There’s poetry in restraint. Grace in imperfection.
Understated. And entirely one of a kind.
9.5” x 15.75”
Custom framing upon request, please inquire.
