Continuing my studies in Floriography (Symbolism of Flowers)
Wolfie lies in a bed of flowers, tears streaming down his face as he offers a gentle, maybe even broken smile. He considers his decisions quietly, holding a daisy as if in contemplation. A silent promise of new beginnings, another chance for a new chapter. Below him is a beautiful array of flowers; rows of blooming Daisies flourish to his left, while the contrasting dark red Petunias present themselves alongside the grass on his right, almost as if they were keeping a hidden, but slowly fading, resentment.

This is a very unfinished sketch/drawing. If I feel motivated in the future, I might fully render it.
This work is a reflection of me currently, not really a vent, but just some way to draw out my emotions.
Please let me know what you think about this piece. I'd love to know your thoughts.
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