In the Victorian language of flowers, every bloom carried a message. Roses spoke of love, lavender of devotion, hollyhock of ambition. The Flower Cipher revives that lost language — layering botanical imagery, found text, and collage into objects that hold meaning just beneath the surface. Color here is not decoration but vocabulary: the deep indigo of a midnight garden, the warm coral of a hollyhock at noon, the golden haze of late summer pressing through leaves. Look closely and the story reveals itself. These are not simply beautiful things. They are letters written in petals and color, waiting to be read.