Touch of life

The city rises up like a stone forest - cold, flat, indifferent. Its walls strive to enclose man in their own verticals, to make him part of a geometry where there is no room for weakness. But amidst this strict symmetry a hand reaches out - fragile and alive, full of the desire to touch tenderly. It is a symbol of our presence, our desire to remain sensitive in a space that often tries to make us indifferent. And with it, a flower blooms - stubborn, tender, free. It sprouts through the cracks of concrete, weaves into metal and glass, reminding us: life always finds a way. This is neither resistance nor victory — it is a silent testimony that even in the most rigid constructions there is always a place for beauty. This is a story that true harmony is born not in struggle, but in interpenetration: nature into the city, man into architecture, sensuality into the world of the rational. My work here is the only copy of my unique and original handiwork. Household images are computer generated and may not be to scale and are for illustrative purposes only. Make an offer for this job! If you have any further questions about this piece or would like to see more photos, please feel free to ask.