This painting is that release.
It is where love bleeds and blooms.
Where devotion meets despair.
Where silence holds a scream.
Every brushstroke carries the ache of something sacred unraveling. This is not just a painting,it’s a wound with wings.
This painting is that release.
It is where love bleeds and blooms.
Where devotion meets despair.
Where silence holds a scream.
Every brushstroke carries the ache of something sacred unraveling. This is not just a painting,it’s a wound with wings.
