In Victorian bouquets, the Ranunculus meant, “I am dazzled by you.”

In the seal, that feeling is carried in the petals themselves, drawn into fine, deliberate layers that hold the eye a moment longer than expected.

The composition is balanced, though not exact. The buds sit slightly apart, as they would in a gathered bouquet, and each petal and leaf is given its own shape. Nothing repeats precisely.

It is orderly, but not still. Something in it continues to open.