She rests among the wildflowers, unaware that she is one herself.
Some souls are not meant for walls or fences. They belong to open fields, warm winds and places where things grow freely, just as they are.
An ode to early summer, when wildflowers set the meadows ablaze with colour and sway with the breeze like waves upon the land. To gentle spirits, unexpected soulmates and the beauty of accepting that you were born to feel wild.
Some souls are not meant for walls or fences. They belong to open fields, warm winds and places where things grow freely, just as they are.
An ode to early summer, when wildflowers set the meadows ablaze with colour and sway with the breeze like waves upon the land. To gentle spirits, unexpected soulmates and the beauty of accepting that you were born to feel wild.
gouache on paper, 2026
