Cold, lifeless railway tracks stand in contrast with two small, fragile, yet living flowers.
Movement, time, and history can take people away.
But that does not mean their presence disappears.
Those who left.
Those who were taken.
Those who never returned.
The thread of a life may be broken, but memory continues to live — in stories, in silence, in the traces that remain.
Between the black-and-white background and the living colour of the flowers, this painting becomes a meditation on absence, endurance, and the gentle way memory continues to bloom.