The wind kisses her. Or perhaps it’s the tree?
Below her lies a palette with paint that burns —
not from fire, but from passion.
Beside her, a mask she has let go.
A mask she no longer needs.
She allowed herself to be not perfect, but real.
This painting is about the moment we stop trying to be someone — and finally allow ourselves to simply be.
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The wind kisses her. Or perhaps it’s the tree?
Below her lies a palette with paint that burns —
not from fire, but from passion.
Beside her, a mask she has let go.
A mask she no longer needs.
She allowed herself to be not perfect, but real.
This painting is about the moment we stop trying to be someone — and finally allow ourselves to simply be.
ink
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