Size: 12x10
Medium: Mixed - media (Feather Art)
There’s a quiet pull in this piece, the kind that tugs at places in you that don’t often have language. It feels like the echo of a history you inherited without asking, a reminder that strength and vulnerability often share the same root. There’s a sense of standing at the threshold of something inward—memory, identity, a truth you almost forgot you carried.
What lingers is the feeling of resilience shaped by tenderness. It’s the weight of belonging, the kind that settles into the bones rather than the mind. The work reflects the way we hold our past: not as a burden, but as a pulse—steady, grounding, and impossibly human.
There’s a quiet pull in this piece, the kind that tugs at places in you that don’t often have language. It feels like the echo of a history you inherited without asking, a reminder that strength and vulnerability often share the same root. There’s a sense of standing at the threshold of something inward—memory, identity, a truth you almost forgot you carried.
What lingers is the feeling of resilience shaped by tenderness. It’s the weight of belonging, the kind that settles into the bones rather than the mind. The work reflects the way we hold our past: not as a burden, but as a pulse—steady, grounding, and impossibly human.
Size: 12x10
Medium: Mixed - media (Feather Art)