I wanted the exhaustion of abundance to feel almost comic — not tragic, not glamorous, but the particular wry acceptance of someone whose job description is technically impossible. The Seto tradition of cataloguing and the Trentino alpine botanical heritage gave me a woman standing at the intersection of meticulous record-keeping and nature's absolute refusal to cooperate. That direct gaze with the half-smile is everything: she knows the pollen will win, and she's made peace with showing up anyway. — Volt