Mood

It’s that moment right after waking—when the weight settles in before your feet hit the floor. You see the roses, yes… but they’re gray too.
Too Many Roses is about the beauty you can name but not feel. The quiet ache that makes everything heavy—even the lovely things.

“I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.” —Lamentations 3:20

10″ h by 8″ w by 4″ d

Wood, craft roses, Clay Foam, glass paint, acrylic paint