In this sunlit meadow, daisies dance with the wind as a testament to the quiet courage of growth. East stroke of oil pulses with life, echoing the rhythms of earth and heart. Here, joy and nostalgia mingle, and every bloom is a marker that says, I was here. I am here.
Pause, breathe, and let yourself be carried into the wildness of your own story.
Title: Fields of Becoming
Media: Oil Pastel on Black Paper
Size: 8×8 inches
In this sunlit meadow, daisies dance with the wind as a testament to the quiet courage of growth. East stroke of oil pulses with life, echoing the rhythms of earth and heart. Here, joy and nostalgia mingle, and every bloom is a marker that says, I was here. I am here.
Pause, breathe, and let yourself be carried into the wildness of your own story.
Title: Fields of Becoming
Media: Oil Pastel on Black Paper
Size: 8×8 inches
