The Wind's Touch: A garden is never a still life. Leaves turn, stems bend, flowers lean into one another, and the slightest breeze rearranges what we thought we were looking at. The Wind's Touch is less about individual flowers than that sensation of movement—the warm petals seeming to tumble through passages of blue, green and shadow. It captures something I learned from years spent in gardens: sometimes beauty is most compelling when we stop trying to hold it still.