Botanical Mythos

​​At the rim of day, the sky goes to work. Eos—the “rosy-fingered” dawn in Greek myth who opens the gates of morning—slips through the scene, and her touch keeps repainting it. With each small shift of your gaze, hues tilt and trade places; stone loosens, blooms recalibrate, and monuments settle into landmarks as time flows through them. Garden Mythos lives in that threshold where attention does the changing: stay a moment, and the colors explain themselves.