At the center of a textured world, a heart blooms in the shape of a leaf. The vase, like a chromatic womb, holds the life that expands in lines breathing color and silence. Each stroke is a vegetal memory, a scar of earth and tenderness. The surface is not just background: it is an emotional landscape, a trembling ground of greens and a wall echoing intimacy. Here, the shape of love is not a word, but pigment. A plant that pulses.