The Garden of Oxalis

On the gently rounded hillside, an explosion of colors bursts forth like a vegetal fire. Dense, deep greens stir under the surge of lines, while a spray of pinks, yellows, and purples rises toward the clear sky. It is as if the earth itself were breathing and opening, offering its blossoming heart to the light. The oxalis, with its delicate corollas that close at dusk and open to the sun, here becomes a symbol of vitality and movement. Each brushstroke is a stem that grows, a stem that dances, a stem that seeks space. The colors collide like a wild bouquet, where order no longer exists, replaced by the pure intoxication of the living. This garden is not merely a place: it is a celebration of breath, an offering to the light, an invitation to be carried away by the wild joy of nature in bloom.