Sometimes a whisper reshapes the room louder than a shout ever could.
In Long Lips Bloom, elegance and provocation hold hands under a tapestry of surreal color. Two blooming fingers rise not in defiance, but in sacred offering—a middle finger raised to silence—toward a pair of oversized, softly surreal lips that float in hypnotic symmetry.
Their shape, uncanny and ambiguous, evokes a pair of feet in mid-step—moving forward without sound, like a quiet rebellion.
This is not just about silence. It’s about choosing when and how to speak. It’s about blooming even in unexpected places.