An eery atmosphere suffuses, “the Pollen Eater”. A woman absent-mindedly-and with a repetitive monotony that may strike as absurd-picks rose blossoms into which resembles a piece of handicraft. The mystic alchemical place seems to belong to a different era, like a room or a study done in the style of the Old Masters.
The woman is sitting in a tiny room, full of cascades of rose blossoms. The air is full of tempting, heady, fragrances.
She’s creating rose smell curtains.

Gabriella Gerosa