She stands wrapped in her own night,
the air thick with the scent of becoming.
Petals rise from her like incantations —
a language the body never forgot.
Each gesture is deliberate, sacred, slow:
the way a spell moves when it knows its power.
The flowers do not adorn her;
they emerge from within,
blooming through memory, through shadow, through light.
Under the eye of the moon,
she becomes both altar and offering —
a living ritual of self-creation.
Analog collage on paper.
Size: 16 x 20 inches
Price: 475 CAD