On a deep, star-speckled night ground, a wild garden lets go of its flowers. Yellow, orange and crimson blooms crowd together in the lower half of the work, their green and white stems tangled like grass in the dark. Above them, single petals break free and float upward into the navy darkness, scattering like sparks or distant stars — until it is no longer clear whether we are looking at flowers rising, or a sky falling gently to earth. Drawn in soft pastel, with its powdery texture left visible in every mark, this work is about release: the beauty of holding on, and the quiet freedom of letting go.