Somewhere between who I was and what has been made of me, I remain. Deep within me, someone unnamed is still breathing. At times, I am an angel, with wings woven from silence. At times, a weary human, bent beneath the weight of unfinished kindness. And at times, a wild creature, sharpening its teeth on the wounds it survived. I stand between tenderness and eruption, between a gentle touch and a wound still warm. Every color resting on my skin is the story of something unknown— something that either shaped me… or broke me. I am not entirely innocent, nor so wild that I no longer recognize myself. I am a composition of what others have planted within me and what I am still fighting to save. My eyes witness what my voice cannot carry— a world where a woman can be, at once, both refuge… and storm. And now, within this fracture of doubt and becoming, I reach a hand into the dark— toward you, or perhaps toward myself. Show me the light… either you will save me, or I will be the one who saves you. Physical painting 24*36 inches