Goud, is this bouquet for me?

Gold stands on the threshold, half-hidden behind a lavish display of flowers. Who is the giver, and who is the receiver? It remains unclear—and that is precisely the charm of the moment. Perhaps Gold carries the bouquet like a colourful shield against a world that sometimes feels too dark. Perhaps Gold is waiting for someone to hand it to her. The work deliberately leaves the question unanswered. What remains is a figure hiding behind beauty, yet never disappearing. Present, even without a face.