Art Number 2.

She was born in the memory of lost nations, walked in their footsteps and flew in their breeze. She wore fire in the eyes of the sun, and among the winds she danced until she demolished their stone memories and their borders. There is no blood or tears that will not scratch her soul, there are no lines she cannot erase because all memories are hers and to her they will return.

Nació en la memoria de las naciones perdidas, caminó en sus pasos y voló en su brisa. Se vistió de fuego a los ojos del sol, y entre los vientos bailó hasta demoler sus recuerdos de piedra y sus fronteras. No hay sangre ni lágrimas que no arañen su alma, no hay líneas que no pueda borrar porque todas las memorias son suyas y a ella volverán.

Artwork information: Original ilustration art work. 2048x2732px Digital Painting Procreate In addition I will send you the original ilustration by email. And signed 30x40 print.