Description
Oil on canvas,
80 cm x 110 cm
The wind rages in me, the tiger sleeps in me.
As I sink into silence, a voice that has been silent for a long time thunders.
I am no longer a shadow of my being – I am breath, I am fire, I am presence.
A hand is raised, not in defence, but as a sign: I am ready.
A tiger and a woman. Wilderness and clarity. A power that does not need permission.
A butterfly as a symbol of transformation flashes across the tiger’s back, as if tenderness and wildness were breathing together for the first time.
This is not a fight. It’s a memory.
Of who I am when I am no longer afraid of anything.
A painting is not just an image – it is an activation.
A passage between worlds.
A doorway to that part of me that always knew, but has now finally spoken.



