Born from the Desert

60 x 72” acrylic on stretched canvas

In a place where nothing was supposed to grow, she bloomed. The desert did not break her—it made her. The rose at her side is not for softness, but survival. This is where she found herself, with no roadmaps, no rescue, just sun, grit, and the quiet power of becoming.

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