Look closer. She’s all in there.
Two eyes, wide open, with a heart of gold leaf burning between them — because that’s exactly where she lives: somewhere between what she sees and what she feels. Every swirl in her lashes is another version of her. The artist. The storm. The soft place. The fire.
I am all of the things. Not one note — the whole chord. Seven feet of her, and she is not asking anyone to pick a favourite.
84″ × 36″. Acrylic on canvas. Handmade original, one of a kind.