A sunflower in its late season turns toward the viewer, petals curling and loosening around a dense, textured center. Below it, a cascade of falling and drifting petals trails into the darkness, as if the bloom were reflected or slowly letting go.
Monochrome draws attention away from the flower's bright summer identity and toward its form in change: the crisp edges of petals beginning to fold, the pattern of seeds at its heart, the quiet grace of something passing its peak. It is a portrait of a sunflower not at its fullest, but at its most reflective.
