Bouquet [Blumenstrauß]

What if our minds were not tangled knots buried deep within our skulls, but wildflowers blooming atop our heads – untamed, delicate, and yearning for kindness? In this scenario, what would your head appear like? Would you allow it to wither in the shadows of anxiety, or would you nurture each thought like a precious petal?

The bouquet is not decoration. It is an altar. Each bloom—a thought, a memory, a fear—requires sunlight, water, the slow attention of love. To wear a bouquet is to wear vulnerability - petals bruise, stems snap, and even the most vibrant blooms fade. Yet here, in this fragility, lies the sculpture’s quiet rebellion. 

A Metaphor for the Unguarded Self

True resilience is found in tending, not conquering. The antlers, branching like neural pathways, reminding us how growth is not linear; how it spirals, tangles, reaches—always toward light.

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

The soapstone base anchors the figure to the raw truth of existence. Softness does not float; it roots. Here, innocence is not naivety but the courage to kneel in the soil of the soul, hands dirty with the work of becoming. Neglect is not passive—it is a choice. Rot spreads. Thorns multiply. Yet when tended, even the most tangled mind becomes a sanctuary.

Details

• Moulded with clay
• glazed in blue crystals
• refined with real gold
• Antlers refined with gold, echoing neural networks and wild growth
• Mounted on soapstone
• Height: 44 cm