About the work

The sunflower was a gift from a woman who wanted to make amends for an argument. She knew it would be a small gesture, almost lost in the space, but she thought it might soften the edges of whatever resentment lingered. He hadn't bothered to put it in water, leaving it to wilt slowly in the corner, a quiet act of passive resistance. It was still there when the fan arrived, hauled in and positioned with more care than the flower had ever received. He often wondered if she ever came back to see it, a forgotten apology beside a monument to something long past.