She Cried Through the Garden, Loud and Unbound, Petals Shaking as If They Felt Her Fear. I Said: You’re Too Sensitive. She hummed: I Want You, Only for Myself. Our Fears Bloom Differently. She Runs After Me, I Skip Between the Flowers, , 2026
Acrylic paint, oil pastel, graphite pencil, charcoal and collage on paper
84.1 x 59.4 cm