Garden of Regina, where memory blooms
There are gardens that grow from the earth.
And others that blossom within us.
The Garden of Regina is one of those. A tribute in color to my grandmother Regina, who also painted, who saw the world through eyes that knew how to find beauty in the small things. This garden was born from her memory and what remains of her in me: a love for flowers, for colors, for gestures that transcend generations.
Here, every leaf vibrates, every flower breathes. There are no rigid boundaries, everything grows freely, like a garden that refuses to be contained. It is a space of affection, celebration, and life.
Original acrylic painting on canvas. One-of-a-kind piece.
