May we all be blessed to know her quiet strength, her beauty, and her connection to Earth. I painted her the way I imagined she still exists — not gone, but returned to the elements. Her face blends into the clouds, the mountains, the early light across a still lake. She’s not just in the landscape — she is the landscape.
Beneath her, a wild field of flowers blooms in every color — fierce reds, joyful yellows, deep purples. The kind of flowers that grow on land that’s been through everything and still chooses to bloom.