The frames are more than metal. They are vessels, carriers of plants, of light, of silence. Invitations to breathe differently in the spaces we inhabit. To open air. To let life itself breathe.

Soft green of an asparagus, fragile, almost floating. Accompanied by a darker green of a fern, curled tight yet brimming with life. Two plants, two characters. Standing side by side in quiet presence. Each holding its own form, its own rhythm of growth. Identical or competing, connected through light, air and space.