While I painted this, I could feel how deeply my children & motherhood shaped the way it came through — the bold, messy, fearless energy of raising children and being reshaped in the process.  

That same fierce tenderness lives in the work. 
And maybe that’s what this painting is really about: the beauty of presence, the sacred discomfort of growth and the quiet strength it takes to keep offering hope — especially when it’s inconvenient or unexpected.

There are small, dainty details in this piece that I feel quietly proud of — gold sprays and dotwork that took time and steady focus.
Letting myself slow down enough to place them became its own kind of meditation. 
A way to quiet the noise and surrender to the tiny progress unfolding in front of me.

And in contrast to the softer palette, there are darker, more intense passages — layered, assertive, textured. That tension lives inside the work too. Just like growth: gentle and fierce. Slow and sudden. Quiet and powerful.

This lady has been very patient waiting for her forever home. I feel like there will be a sense of recognition for whomever claims her