Adolescence doesn’t unfold—it ruptures, reforms, remembers.
I didn’t know her personally, but the news struck something deep in me—as a mother of a teen, and as someone who still remembers the ache and fragility of girlhood. The piece holds that emotional landscape: soft and swirling one moment, sharp and unsteady the next. It’s a reflection on that tender in-between, where identity begins to shift and the need to be seen becomes everything.
Details:
- oil over acrylic on canvas
- 24 x 24 inches
- framed
Artwork arrives ready to hang with a Certificate of Authenticy.
Adolescence doesn’t unfold—it ruptures, reforms, remembers.
I didn’t know her personally, but the news struck something deep in me—as a mother of a teen, and as someone who still remembers the ache and fragility of girlhood. The piece holds that emotional landscape: soft and swirling one moment, sharp and unsteady the next. It’s a reflection on that tender in-between, where identity begins to shift and the need to be seen becomes everything.
Details:
- oil over acrylic on canvas
- 24 x 24 inches
- framed
Artwork arrives ready to hang with a Certificate of Authenticy.