Nobody warns you that transformation is not pretty. It’s this.
A woman’s face pushing up through the wings — butterfly across her eyes because she doesn’t need to see the old world anymore, another one opening at her heart. She is caught in the exact middle of metamorphosis: not the before, not the after. The becoming.
That’s female expression at its rawest — colour breaking open in every direction, purple depths and electric turquoise, chaos with a pulse. She isn’t posing. She’s unfolding.
36″ × 48″. Acrylic on canvas. One of a kind — there will never be another.