In this scene, the ritual of morning becomes something stranger and more tender. A figure sits blindfolded at her tea table, surrounded by irises in full, unruly bloom — as though the garden has crept indoors to witness her. She pours by memory alone, trusting the steadiness of her hand more than the certainty of sight.

The blue eggs, the delicate sweets, the careful curation of beauty — none of it is quite what it seems. Here, breakfast becomes a private ceremony of intuition: a quiet insistence that what is felt can guide us more truthfully than what is seen.

If the first Blue Eggs for Breakfast explored the tension between control and surrender, this companion work steps deeper into the unknown. It asks what happens when we blindfold ourselves on purpose — when we choose to move through the world by inner sensing rather than outward clarity.

Is it an act of faith? Of rebellion?
Or simply a moment of stillness in which we remember that intuition, like tea, is best poured slowly.

Square crop Edition, Archival print on cotton rag paper, profesionally float framed in ornate frame.

30×30xm

Size listed is total frame.

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