Out of the Darkness
Mix Media on canvas
18 x 24 in
Framed in a gold wood
She didn’t tiptoe out—she bloomed. Slowly at first, like petals testing the light, and then all at once—color, warmth, life.
Out of the Darkness captures the tender ferocity of renewal. Where deep violets and soft sky tones meet, a world begins to open. Whispers of pink, pale blue, and gentle lavender drift upward, while gold flecks scatter like sunlight remembering how to dance.
This piece isn’t about silence after the storm—it’s about what rushes in: joy, curiosity, wonder. It’s the breath you didn’t know you were holding… finally released.
This is what it feels like to come back to yourself. To not just survive—but to return, lit from within.
Mix Media on canvas
18 x 24 in
Framed in a gold wood
She didn’t tiptoe out—she bloomed. Slowly at first, like petals testing the light, and then all at once—color, warmth, life.
Out of the Darkness captures the tender ferocity of renewal. Where deep violets and soft sky tones meet, a world begins to open. Whispers of pink, pale blue, and gentle lavender drift upward, while gold flecks scatter like sunlight remembering how to dance.
This piece isn’t about silence after the storm—it’s about what rushes in: joy, curiosity, wonder. It’s the breath you didn’t know you were holding… finally released.
This is what it feels like to come back to yourself. To not just survive—but to return, lit from within.
Mix Media on canvas
18 x 24 in
Framed in a gold wood
She didn’t tiptoe out—she bloomed. Slowly at first, like petals testing the light, and then all at once—color, warmth, life.
Out of the Darkness captures the tender ferocity of renewal. Where deep violets and soft sky tones meet, a world begins to open. Whispers of pink, pale blue, and gentle lavender drift upward, while gold flecks scatter like sunlight remembering how to dance.
This piece isn’t about silence after the storm—it’s about what rushes in: joy, curiosity, wonder. It’s the breath you didn’t know you were holding… finally released.
This is what it feels like to come back to yourself. To not just survive—but to return, lit from within.
