A companion to its bismuth sibling, this cast of Flora Cast I takes on a slightly colder tone, trading crystalline shimmer for a muted, soft-metal sheen. Its delicate folds and puckered channel suggest both organic vulnerability and sculptural insistence. Mounted on blonde maple with a black pleather membrane, it feels clinical and strangely reverent—like a preserved biopsy from a world where taxonomy is ruled by desire. The form evokes mouth, cloaca, or ventricle, yet resists full naming. It’s a specimen of uncertainty—half study, half offering.
