Description
While I was working, something started to appear in the paint — and now I can’t unsee it.
A woman sits curled into the earth, knees pulled close, tucked beneath a burst of green canopy. Above her, wings move through the air. Butterflies. Birds. Two small flowers catching sunlight where the leaves part.
It feels like the moment when the world keeps growing around someone who has folded inward just long enough to survive.
