Original mixed-media painting on canvas · 30 × 48 in
I started this piece without a plan and let it slowly become whatever it wanted to be. Somewhere along the way, this painting became about womanhood. Being in your own body and finding your way back to the parts of yourself that were always there. The parts we’ve been taught to quiet down, question, make smaller, or hand over to someone else.
She remembered. She is holy.
Not holy in a religious way, but in realizing she never needed to look outside of herself for it in the first place. So much of being a woman can feel like being told who to be. Smaller, quieter, obedient, beautiful in the right way, whatever makes everyone else comfortable. Always looking outward for permission or some answer about who you’re supposed to be.
And then she remembers she is the source. The magic, beauty, power, softness, weirdness, all of it was already hers. She doesn’t need to become what anyone else wants her to be. She gets to just be her.
One-of-one original
Original mixed-media painting on canvas · 30 × 48 in
I started this piece without a plan and let it slowly become whatever it wanted to be. Somewhere along the way, this painting became about womanhood. Being in your own body and finding your way back to the parts of yourself that were always there. The parts we’ve been taught to quiet down, question, make smaller, or hand over to someone else.
She remembered. She is holy.
Not holy in a religious way, but in realizing she never needed to look outside of herself for it in the first place. So much of being a woman can feel like being told who to be. Smaller, quieter, obedient, beautiful in the right way, whatever makes everyone else comfortable. Always looking outward for permission or some answer about who you’re supposed to be.
And then she remembers she is the source. The magic, beauty, power, softness, weirdness, all of it was already hers. She doesn’t need to become what anyone else wants her to be. She gets to just be her.
One-of-one original