“ She Carried the Morning in Her Chest”
This painting began with a feeling I couldn’t quite name—like waking with sunlight already pulsing under the skin. I thought about us, women—how we carry both warmth and chaos, how our tenderness can reshape a room. There’s a quiet fire here, like something just beginning. A softness that doesn’t ask permission, it simply arrives—with color, with breath, with light.
Acrylic paint and ink, linen
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“ She Carried the Morning in Her Chest”
This painting began with a feeling I couldn’t quite name—like waking with sunlight already pulsing under the skin. I thought about us, women—how we carry both warmth and chaos, how our tenderness can reshape a room. There’s a quiet fire here, like something just beginning. A softness that doesn’t ask permission, it simply arrives—with color, with breath, with light.
Acrylic paint and ink, linen
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