She carries entire worlds above her brow —
gardens born from memory, storms turned to bloom.
Each petal hums with the voices of all the women
who once whispered their magic into the dark.
She has learned that softness is not surrender,
that beauty can burn,
that power can grow quietly and still shake the ground.
Light seeps through her skin like a secret only she can name.
What she wears is not a crown of flowers,
but the proof that she has risen —
again, and again, and again.
Analog collage on paper.
Size: 24 x 36 inches
Price: 680 CAD