Morning flowers of promise

This Painting is like an early morning filled with a premonition of something beautiful. A bouquet of asters standing in a sky-blue vase, like a reflection of the morning sky. White, pink and golden flowers are gently intertwined, like thoughts of someone dear, with whom you want to meet every sunrise. Their fragile petals tremble in an invisible breeze, reminding of soft touches and timid words. On the table there are ripe pears and bunches of grapes, like the fruits of expectation, filled with the sweetness of hope. The background is muted, soft, like a light mist of dawn, enveloping warm feelings that have not yet found words. This painting is not just a still life, but a poem about love, about the tenderness of a morning confession, about flowers that promise a meeting, about time that freezes in anticipation of happiness.