About

Florist wasn’t born in a studio.
It started with a handful of tiles, a pair of cutters, and hours on YouTube figuring out how to make something that would last.

I learnt fast, jumped head-first into every corner of the mosaic world I could find, from scholarships to design pitches, from polished interiors to jobs that nearly took me halfway around the globe. Some doors opened, most stayed shut. I walked away more than once.

Then one day, the streets called.
No rules, no waiting for permission, just the chance to put something out there and see if it caught someone’s eye.

What began as experiments with random bits of pixel art turned into the Florist pattern, a tight, repeating design that feels like order carved out of chaos. Predictable, steady, the way the rest of life rarely is.

Now I look for the places the city leaves blank, boarded-up windows, bricked-in doorways, forgotten walls. The spaces that would otherwise stay empty.

Nature abhors a vacuum. So does Florist.

Bloom to the Tomb babyyy :)