Don't Forget to Stop and Smell the Roses [PRINT 12x18]12x18 print Her gaze of wonder expands galaxies, her silent knowing hums with the wisdom of her ancestors. A rose blooms at her lips, not to be picked, but to be understood. Bubbles shimmer with unspoken truths, each one a quiet world shes breathed into being. This is more than a portrait, its a reminder: to never forget to stop and smell the roses. Especially the ones blooming inside your own soul. A vow to softness, fierce and eternal, where beauty

This is art as invocation

Head tilted just so

worn velvet

Held in the arms of the Divine

this work is for the ones who scattered to survive

and presence

She’s honoring the garden she came from

companions in silence

A portrait of sacred return

Created in oil and mixed media on archival cotton paper

At her side

lit by a sky that’s learning how to become sunrise