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I wanted to capture the moment when something beautiful becomes impossible to separate from something cruel. Flowers have always been given as gestures of love, devotion, and mourning, while blood has always meant something irreversible. Here, they become one. The table becomes a place where tenderness turns into danger, where something delicate can exist beside something brutal without either one cancelling the other. Perhaps that is what makes beauty frightening: it can make us forget to ask what it cost. The petals are soft, the blood is not, and yet, from a distance, they almost look the same.
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