After the Bloom was born from what remains after beauty has already passed
It does not capture the moment of bloom, but the quiet that follows
A time when petals have softened, colors have deepened, and nature no longer performs
This piece holds a memory — not of growth, but of presence
Each candle is formed slowly, guided by instinct rather than repetition
No two are ever alike. No form is recreated
After the Bloom is not meant to be consumed
It is meant to remain. To be held. To be lived with
A quiet object, carrying the weight of something that chose not to disappear