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Each flower carries its own memory. Some arrived boldly, others disappeared before finding their place. As I panted I kept returning to the same thought: we don’t always find light by escaping the dark. Sometimes we become anchored because of it. Feeling of being grounded, hopeful and happy in the light they are carrying.
36×24 acrylic
Each flower carries its own memory. Some arrived boldly, others disappeared before finding their place. As I panted I kept returning to the same thought: we don’t always find light by escaping the dark. Sometimes we become anchored because of it. Feeling of being grounded, hopeful and happy in the light they are carrying.
36×24 acrylic