The grays gather around her like old dreams; delicate, dissolving, yet never truly gone. They cling to her skin like whispers of what once was. Time drapes itself across her shoulders like a worn shawl, frayed at the edges, each thread pulled from moments she can no longer hold. And still, beneath it all, a sacred ember burns. Faint, steady, buried deep within her chest. It does not beg to be seen. It simply endures.
Medium: Acrylic
Size: 48” x 48” Gallery Wrapped Canvas Framed in Gold
*This is a one-of-a-kind original
The grays gather around her like old dreams; delicate, dissolving, yet never truly gone. They cling to her skin like whispers of what once was. Time drapes itself across her shoulders like a worn shawl, frayed at the edges, each thread pulled from moments she can no longer hold. And still, beneath it all, a sacred ember burns. Faint, steady, buried deep within her chest. It does not beg to be seen. It simply endures.
Medium: Acrylic
Size: 48” x 48” Gallery Wrapped Canvas Framed in Gold
*This is a one-of-a-kind original