20/08/2025
I raise butterflies.
Sometimes, my daughter and I raise them together, watching each fragile creature emerge, we wait for the right moment to let go.
In my painting, my daughter is a child again. Standing at the edge of the canvas, watching the butterfly—not the viewer. Bright colours swirl around her, brushstrokes unblended, alive. A frozen moment of innocence.
Now, she is older. Changing.
Stronger, yet still delicate in ways only a mother notices.
I know time moves forward.
She is not that small girl anymore, yet in this painting, she will always be.
Curious. Gentle. Open-hearted... and as I look at it, I feel something settle deep inside me.
Pride.
For her. For who she is becoming. For what she carries with her as she grows.
And for this tiny, winged thing—so dainty, yet so strong — both of them about to fly free.
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'The Butterfly'
24x30 inch, acrylic on streched canvas.