Original, Acrylic on Gallery Wrapped Canvas
Defying the cold, frigid temperatures of winter, these blooms emerge with refreshing, airy energy. I found my bravery not by escaping the cold, but by standing in it. Winter did not ask permission. Neither did I.
Part of the ongoing “The Becoming Garden Series” ~ a collection of abstract florals exploring growth through every season; the moody, the brave and the unexpected. These florals are not merely decorative, they are declarations. They rise from tension and texture, carrying both soil and sky. Evidence that becoming is rarely neat, transformation is messy and there’s beauty in the waiting. And we find little moments of joy along the way.
Original, Acrylic on Gallery Wrapped Canvas
Defying the cold, frigid temperatures of winter, these blooms emerge with refreshing, airy energy. I found my bravery not by escaping the cold, but by standing in it. Winter did not ask permission. Neither did I.
Part of the ongoing “The Becoming Garden Series” ~ a collection of abstract florals exploring growth through every season; the moody, the brave and the unexpected. These florals are not merely decorative, they are declarations. They rise from tension and texture, carrying both soil and sky. Evidence that becoming is rarely neat, transformation is messy and there’s beauty in the waiting. And we find little moments of joy along the way.
