She Took Up Space
Acrylic on canvas
48 x 60 in
This painting is a declaration. A reclamation of volume, color, and presence. As girls—and later as women—we are often taught to shrink. To be polite. To be pleasant. To make room for others.
But this piece refuses.
"She Took Up Space" is bold, unapologetically colorful, and brimming with abstract florals that bloom freely across the canvas. Every brushstroke pushes outward, daring to be seen. Feminine yet fierce, its palette is loud in the most elegant way—a visual metaphor for stepping fully into one’s voice and power.
The work doesn’t whisper. It sings. It swells. It exists without apology.
This is what it looks like when softness chooses not to stay silent.
When a woman no longer folds herself to fit.
Acrylic on canvas
48 x 60 in
This painting is a declaration. A reclamation of volume, color, and presence. As girls—and later as women—we are often taught to shrink. To be polite. To be pleasant. To make room for others.
But this piece refuses.
"She Took Up Space" is bold, unapologetically colorful, and brimming with abstract florals that bloom freely across the canvas. Every brushstroke pushes outward, daring to be seen. Feminine yet fierce, its palette is loud in the most elegant way—a visual metaphor for stepping fully into one’s voice and power.
The work doesn’t whisper. It sings. It swells. It exists without apology.
This is what it looks like when softness chooses not to stay silent.
When a woman no longer folds herself to fit.
Acrylic on canvas
48 x 60 in
This painting is a declaration. A reclamation of volume, color, and presence. As girls—and later as women—we are often taught to shrink. To be polite. To be pleasant. To make room for others.
But this piece refuses.
"She Took Up Space" is bold, unapologetically colorful, and brimming with abstract florals that bloom freely across the canvas. Every brushstroke pushes outward, daring to be seen. Feminine yet fierce, its palette is loud in the most elegant way—a visual metaphor for stepping fully into one’s voice and power.
The work doesn’t whisper. It sings. It swells. It exists without apology.
This is what it looks like when softness chooses not to stay silent.
When a woman no longer folds herself to fit.
