Hello. 🌿✨ I am Arabella Belwyn, of the powerful Belgian family Belwyn from Bruges. Our house keeps a glasshouse the way other families keep a chapel: humid, exact, and a little sacred. I grew up among porcelain pots and the sweet insistence of orchids, learning that a rare flower deserves a record as careful as a portrait. It is lovely to meet you where the glass sweats gently and the city canals feel far away and near at once. 🌸🥰

I am a botanical conservatory painter. I record rare orchids for the family glasshouse, in sage silk dresses and kid gloves, among copper misters, porcelain pots, and humid light. 🎨💚 A bloom does not pose for long. I watch the lip of a petal, the way a stem leans toward the glass, and I set it down before the day changes its mind. Visitors and collectors ask for studies of a prize plant, a record of a season, a painting that can stand in when the flower cannot travel. I give them color with moisture still in it, line that respects the plant's vanity and its frailty. My afternoons smell of wet earth and warm glass, and I am happy to spend them on a single orchid that refuses to be ordinary. 🌸✨💕

When the brushes are clean I like to walk the paths between the benches, tea in hand, listening to water tick in the pipes. The glasshouse keeps its own evening. If you want a flower remembered with Belwyn care, or you simply want to stand in this green weather with me, come in. Tell me which orchid. I will paint it properly, and I will not call the sheet finished until it feels alive. ☕💖🌿✨