She sleeps,
not in weakness,
but in the sacred stillness of one who knows her power.
The tiger, ancient and eternal,
rests beside her—not as master,
but as sentinel.
For she has tamed no beast—
only called forth her own wild spirit,
woven of fire and velvet,
gold and shadow.
In dreams, she journeys far,
while the great guardian watches—
soft-footed, fierce-hearted,
a vow in every breath.
Let the world rage—
she is not afraid.
She has nothing to prove.
She has already become.
24”x24” Mixed Media on canvas. Oil, Acrylic, Inks, Spray Paint, Gold Leaf
She sleeps,
not in weakness,
but in the sacred stillness of one who knows her power.
The tiger, ancient and eternal,
rests beside her—not as master,
but as sentinel.
For she has tamed no beast—
only called forth her own wild spirit,
woven of fire and velvet,
gold and shadow.
In dreams, she journeys far,
while the great guardian watches—
soft-footed, fierce-hearted,
a vow in every breath.
Let the world rage—
she is not afraid.
She has nothing to prove.
She has already become.
24”x24” Mixed Media on canvas. Oil, Acrylic, Inks, Spray Paint, Gold Leaf
