Pressed between paper in an age when ink was still filled by hand and telegrams carried news faster than trains. The petals ~ soft violet, pale at the edges, dark at the heart remain confidently intact. A garden flower, common and unassuming, yet in 1931 someone thought it worth saving. Ninety-four years later, the pansy still whispers of spring mornings, of careful hands, of a life that paused long enough to notice something small and beautiful.
Pressed between paper in an age when ink was still filled by hand and telegrams carried news faster than trains. The petals ~ soft violet, pale at the edges, dark at the heart remain confidently intact. A garden flower, common and unassuming, yet in 1931 someone thought it worth saving. Ninety-four years later, the pansy still whispers of spring mornings, of careful hands, of a life that paused long enough to notice something small and beautiful.
9.5” x 15.75”
Custom framing available upon request, please inquire.
