🎨 Hello, dear artists!
The artichoke rarely shows its flower—kept tightly guarded beneath thick green armor. But when left untouched, it opens slowly, defiantly, into something unexpected. A burst of violet rises from its center, soft and electric, like a secret the plant can no longer hold. It’s strange beauty: rough leaves below, a crown of silk above. Not meant to last, but impossible to ignore. You realize then that not all flowers are delicate from the start—some hide, waiting for time, for space, for peace. The artichoke blooms quietly, powerfully. A reminder that beauty sometimes grows in silence, in strength, and in waiting.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️🖌️
