A triangular vase anchors a bouquet of ranunculus arranged in an inverted triangle—a quiet, steady composition set against a backdrop of swirling turbulence. The forms are in visual tension: one triangle of solidity, another of fragility. This work reflects the experience of a generation of women told they could be anything—only to discover that doing it all, while appearing balanced and composed, requires immense effort; mainly when their male counterparts remained essentially unchanged, unburdened. This piece is a meditation on imbalance, structure, and the hidden labor needed to maintain an illusion of equilibrium.