Original, Acrylic on Gallery Wrapped Canvas
Textured layers of earth and ash rise into softness — a quiet alchemy of healing. What was once buried begins to breathe. A whisper of blue light threads through the dust, suggesting that even in stillness, something is becoming.
This painting holds space for both grief and growth. It’s about honoring the weight we carry while also embracing the grace that rises from it. In the tension between dark and soft, broken and whole, I find a language for resilience — and for the precious process of becoming.
Original, Acrylic on Gallery Wrapped Canvas
Textured layers of earth and ash rise into softness — a quiet alchemy of healing. What was once buried begins to breathe. A whisper of blue light threads through the dust, suggesting that even in stillness, something is becoming.
This painting holds space for both grief and growth. It’s about honoring the weight we carry while also embracing the grace that rises from it. In the tension between dark and soft, broken and whole, I find a language for resilience — and for the precious process of becoming.
