There is architecture at her centre - sharp, deliberate, enduring. Around her, soft white petals drift toward surrender. But she holds. Crimson slashes cut through the calm like memory - bold, uninvited, honest. They do not overpower her. They name what she has survived. Set against grey - a quiet backdrop of growth - she stands. Not for show. Not untouched. But because she is not finished yet.
Medium: Oil on canvas Dimensions: 60 x 80 cm, unframed Year Created: 2025
