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Firebird is a reflection of rebirth.
The woman stands crowned in bronze, holding a single candle whose small flame glows against the inferno of her hair. Her flames are lush and expansive, alive with movement, surrounding her not as destruction, but as transformation. Fire becomes adornment. Power becomes presence.
This piece symbolizes rising from the ashes. The quiet moment after burning. The choice to continue.
Firebird marks a personal threshold for me, entering my thirties as a new woman, shaped by what she has survived and strengthened by what she has endured. She is resilient, a fighter, and still gentle enough to protect a fragile flame. The candle she carries is intention. It is hope. It is the self she refuses to let go out, even while standing fully in her fire.
This painting belongs to the season of becoming. Of shedding old skins. Of honoring what was burned away and what remains.
She is not the end of a journey. She is its rebirth. (Size 20×24)
Firebird is a reflection of rebirth.
The woman stands crowned in bronze, holding a single candle whose small flame glows against the inferno of her hair. Her flames are lush and expansive, alive with movement, surrounding her not as destruction, but as transformation. Fire becomes adornment. Power becomes presence.
This piece symbolizes rising from the ashes. The quiet moment after burning. The choice to continue.
Firebird marks a personal threshold for me, entering my thirties as a new woman, shaped by what she has survived and strengthened by what she has endured. She is resilient, a fighter, and still gentle enough to protect a fragile flame. The candle she carries is intention. It is hope. It is the self she refuses to let go out, even while standing fully in her fire.
This painting belongs to the season of becoming. Of shedding old skins. Of honoring what was burned away and what remains.
She is not the end of a journey. She is its rebirth. (Size 20×24)