In My Life, My Love, the moment between giving and being given is suspended like a breath. The figure holds a newborn — not just an infant, but the living promise of future days, echoing yesterday’s courage and tomorrow’s hope. Amid deep crimson hues that pulse like heartbeats, she stands anchored in tenderness and conviction. The media — layered acrylics, inks, modelling paste. This is an offering: to the woman who nurtures worlds inside her, who bears both burden and blessing. Here is an invitation to feel the weight of devotion — and to wear your crown, tender yet unbroken. 👑❤️
Acrylic and oil
£3,400
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In My Life, My Love, the moment between giving and being given is suspended like a breath. The figure holds a newborn — not just an infant, but the living promise of future days, echoing yesterday’s courage and tomorrow’s hope. Amid deep crimson hues that pulse like heartbeats, she stands anchored in tenderness and conviction. The media — layered acrylics, inks, modelling paste. This is an offering: to the woman who nurtures worlds inside her, who bears both burden and blessing. Here is an invitation to feel the weight of devotion — and to wear your crown, tender yet unbroken. 👑❤️
Acrylic and oil
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