A Rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but in this series, it’s got a bit more bite. Traditionally dripping with symbolism — love, beauty, fragility — the rose is a timeless muse. But here, she’s taken a detour through the back alleys of urban decay. Think cracked concrete and dripping paint, where graffiti blooms like rebellion. AI has been used conjure each separate element: confident women, delicate petals, and the unapologetic scrawl of street art. Female beauty echoes through the pieces — not the pristine kind, but the defiant, lived-in sort. The composed result? A layered visual narrative where nature meets neglect, beauty defies ruin, and the rose remains untamed. This is not your grandmother’s bouquet — it’s a bloom born from the cracks, flourishing against the odds.