In a world that often tries to name us before we can name ourselves, she stands among the blooms—not hidden, but held. The poppy, vivid and unapologetic, mirrors her journey. Once fragile, now fierce, she has grown through silence, through storms, through stories no one else could tell quite like her.
The bloom knows her name because it grew beside her. It witnessed the shedding of old identities, the quiet defiance, the reclaiming. In every petal: memory. In every vein: resilience.
This is not a portrait of a woman becoming. This is a portrait of a woman who has become. And the bloom—bold, fiery, alive—knows her truth, even when the world forgets to ask.
Original Oil Painting
