Blossom

Once, a Hoya plant hung in the bedroom window, blooming almost non-stop between May and September. The plant’s blossom balls of tiny, waxy, and almost artificial-looking flowers, perfumed the house and lifted my spirits. The plant is long gone. Only this print serves as a permanent memory. Please note: Minor variations are possible, as a result of the technique by which reduction prints are made, and are what makes each print in the edition a ‘unique art piece’.