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The Inner Garden
At the still centre of this teeming sheet, a single plant opens its red-and-green leaves like a slow flame. Around it the grey paper comes alive — a hand-rolled sun, drifting faces, waves and particles of pure colour — yet the plant keeps its quiet, rooted ground.
It is the inner life made visible: a soul tended like a growing thing, drawing its light from an interior sun while the wider world turns around it.