Blooming

One night in a dream, I saw a woman part light, part flower her eyes closed, her heart awake. The breeze danced through her hair, and blossoms grew from her body, not placed, but alive.

When I woke, the feeling of that dream still pulsed within me. This painting is a fragment of that moment a whisper from a place where colors speak and time breathes.

The black script in the corner is the voice of that dream something I couldn’t say, but could paint.