Santa Cruz Stigmata V3 gravel bike handmade paint job.
I have always thought - how is it possible that hands always find a way to dance while drawing flowers? A gentle movement, a brushstroke that slips through the fingers, a sigh from the wrist.
Since I was 12 years old, I have been intuitively performing this dance and populating my books with flowers - none of them perfect, but crisp enough to communicate the deepest feelings in the most organic form.
I began to witness a growing symphony of flowers as they piled up in pages over the years. I could glimpse an inner obsession bubbling within me to share with the world their silent but meaningful message.
Some of the illustrations that I later used for the bicycle.
The photographs taken during the process were shot analogically with a Pentax ESPIO 738.
Like the uncertainty of how a real flower will bloom, I have no idea where this journey of drawings will go. I just think they will evolve as I work and grow over time.
Photos by the greatest Jorge Vidalorga
