This image barely settles into a subject. Yellow forms drift across a field of green and white, blurred and unfinished, as if the pigment was still deciding where to go. You can almost follow the gesture of the hand behind it: the drag of a brush, the movement across the surface, the moment where intention gives way to something less controlled.

That is what drew us to it. There is no figure, flower or object to hold onto. Nothing sharp, nothing insisting on an outline. Depending on how you look at it, shapes appear and disappear again. It feels less like an image of something than the memory of seeing something — already beginning to fade. 

When translated into textiles, that uncertainty becomes part of the design. The yellows, greens and whites drift across the fabric without ever settling completely, while every fold changes what you think you see. What began as an indistinct moment on a wall becomes Blur: still somewhere between focus and disappearance.