Splat Garden

A word grows a flower that never existed — then the piece takes it apart and puts it back together out of splats: a few thousand soft organic vector blobs, fitted to the image until petals, stamens and stems reappear as pure shape.

Nothing here is a photograph or a brush stroke. It's a reconstruction — the painting is the error between the imagined bloom and the splats chasing it. Type a seed and watch a different garden assemble itself.