There are moments when words are no longer needed.
Only the closing of the eyes, a deep breath, and the gentle remembrance of who you truly are.
This piece captures a state of inner peace — where everything heavy has turned into roots, and everything alive, into bloom.
The woman in the painting is not waiting. She’s not running.
She feels.
She lets herself be carried by thoughts like blades of grass, while emotions blossom all around her.
It is a portrait of femininity that heals and blooms — quietly, slowly, without noise or rush.
The work speaks of the power to return to yourself — not to hide, but to rediscover who you are, with more tenderness.
oil
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There are moments when words are no longer needed.
Only the closing of the eyes, a deep breath, and the gentle remembrance of who you truly are.
This piece captures a state of inner peace — where everything heavy has turned into roots, and everything alive, into bloom.
The woman in the painting is not waiting. She’s not running.
She feels.
She lets herself be carried by thoughts like blades of grass, while emotions blossom all around her.
It is a portrait of femininity that heals and blooms — quietly, slowly, without noise or rush.
The work speaks of the power to return to yourself — not to hide, but to rediscover who you are, with more tenderness.
oil
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