Harvest Hymn was born from the meeting of blossom and grain
It does not belong entirely to spring or autumn, but to the quiet passage between them
Narcissus, vintage roses, and deep-toned verbena rest among leaves and stems of wheat
Pale petals hold the light, while muted reds and golden textures carry the warmth of a season slowly turning
This piece holds the memory of a gathered field — abundant, weathered, and gently preserved
Each candle is composed slowly, guided by the natural shape of every flower and stem
لا يوجد دائمًا نفس الحال بالنسبة لجميع الأشياء. لا تتكرر أي ترتيبات.
Harvest Hymn is not simply made to be burned
It is meant to remain. To be held. To bring the stillness of the field into the space around it
A quiet botanical object, carrying the final song of a season gathered by hand