This series begins with the name of the flower itself—cosmos—a simple blossom that quietly carries the vastness of the universe within its name. I’m drawn to its delicate form not from a cultivated garden, but as if it bloomed out of space or from someone’s imagination—something almost too gentle for this world.
There’s a surreal closeness in these flowers, a moment when you feel you could reach out and touch them, yet something about them remains unreachable, as if they float just beyond the veil of the real. What is closer—this petal before me, or the stars above? In the stillness, a flower becomes a galaxy.
Through this series, I explore that suspended tension—between the familiar and the uncertain, the real and the imagined, the seen and the distant. Each image is a quiet echo, both a fragment of a dream and a trace of a distant cosmos.