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Nature gratifies us with vertiginous landscapes and it isn’t rare that these surpasse our imagination however sharp it may be.

From these Paintings, each as surprising as they are bedazzling, emerge, more often than not, flowers, symbols of Mother Nature’s signature for each of her chef-d'œuvres.

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Present in the dryest desert, in the most abyssal of marine floors, to decorate the most beautiful dresses or sublime the smile of him or her which our eyes and heart cherish, Flowers embrace our daily lives.
— Hanael Saint-Louis-Gabriel

Flowers mingle with our memories as well as those of our loved ones so that they might have a delicious souvenir of the petals that caressed their naked feet during therapeutic diurnal strolls, or nocturnal ones for the bravest among them, or furthermore those that tickled their nostrils with a carnal emanation , announcing the premise of a passionate interlace.

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“Sad and bland would be a life without flowers. Whatever the occasion, they remind us of the beauty of life, and the necessity of giving it meaning despite the encountered tribulations. After all, there are indeed flowers that grow in the sand.”

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Nature gratifies us with vertiginous landscapes and it isn’t rare that these surpasse our imagination however sharp it may be.

From these Paintings, each as surprising as they are bedazzling, emerge, more often than not, flowers, symbols of Mother Nature’s signature for each of her chef-d'œuvres.

Get in Contact

 
Present in the dryest desert, in the most abyssal of marine floors, to decorate the most beautiful dresses or sublime the smile of him or her which our eyes and heart cherish, Flowers embrace our daily lives.
— Hanael Saint-Louis-Gabriel

Flowers mingle with our memories as well as those of our loved ones so that they might have a delicious souvenir of the petals that caressed their naked feet during therapeutic diurnal strolls, or nocturnal ones for the bravest among them, or furthermore those that tickled their nostrils with a carnal emanation , announcing the premise of a passionate interlace.

See my Applied Art

“Sad and bland would be a life without flowers. Whatever the occasion, they remind us of the beauty of life, and the necessity of giving it meaning despite the encountered tribulations. After all, there are indeed flowers that grow in the sand.”

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