White tulips

This drawing of three tulip buds began as a quiet study, but as I worked, it began to feel like something more tender—an expression of pure, unspoken love. The choice of toned paper allowed me to let the highlights speak, letting the blossoms emerge slowly from the grey like soft thoughts surfacing. I kept the pencil lines gentle, almost hesitant, because that’s how pure love often feels—delicate, reverent, and shy in its unfolding. The blossoms aren’t open yet, but they lean toward one another in a quiet closeness, as if sharing a bond that doesn’t need to be named.

What moves me most about this piece is how the light plays across the petals—subtle, pale, and full of care. There’s no drama or display here, only the kind of affection that grows in stillness. It made me think about how love, when it's real, waits for nothing. It doesn’t demand, doesn’t hope for return—it simply blooms, quietly and completely, just as these tulips do. There’s something powerful in that: the way love can exist so freely, without expectation, just offering itself to the world, no matter who sees it.

Pencils on paper/ 21 x 15 cm