A figure stitched from root and motion, Rose Vein Waltz drifts mid-step—part blossom, part breath. Her head is two roses in quiet bloom, her limbs trailing like vines trained by rhythm rather than soil. Lines ripple through her form like water remembering how to be a body.
The background is barely there—just a web of faint organic threads, as if nature itself is watching from the wings. She doesn’t pose, she unfolds—graceful not despite her fragility, but because of it.
—Printed on textured paper. Best viewed in stillness, preferably with something brewing in the background.
