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8x11 Watercolor on Bristol Paper
She is both rooted and blossoming, a body shaped in delicate ink lines that hold the weight of vulnerability, yet crowned with vibrant flowers that refuse to be contained. Her torso is raw and human—bare, imperfect, alive—while from her shoulders erupt blooms of deep crimson and violet, petals unfolding as if they carry her thoughts, her voice, her essence into the world. She embodies the tension between fragility and strength, between grounded form and untamed growth. She is not just a figure; she is transformation itself—flesh meeting flora, body becoming garden, woman becoming wild.
8x11 Watercolor on Bristol Paper
She is both rooted and blossoming, a body shaped in delicate ink lines that hold the weight of vulnerability, yet crowned with vibrant flowers that refuse to be contained. Her torso is raw and human—bare, imperfect, alive—while from her shoulders erupt blooms of deep crimson and violet, petals unfolding as if they carry her thoughts, her voice, her essence into the world. She embodies the tension between fragility and strength, between grounded form and untamed growth. She is not just a figure; she is transformation itself—flesh meeting flora, body becoming garden, woman becoming wild.