The dahlia no longer gathers or lifts, but breaks free entirely, dissolving into a surge of colour, gesture, and force. Form is abandoned in favour of sensation: petals smear, collide, and disappear into the act of painting itself. What remains is not a still life but an experience — a moment of rapture where abundance overwhelms structure, and joy asserts itself without restraint.

Oil, walnut ink and metallic acrylic with gesso on canvas in blackened antique frame 76.5 w x 61 h cm Unframed 94 w x 82 h cm Framed