She rests in her power, where creation begins.
The orange seat stirs the sacral flame.
The purple veil, her crown of knowing.
This is the softness of Black divinity:
felt, not forced
Seen, not explained.
A portrait of becoming.
Acrylic, glass bead gel, acrylic gel
She rests in her power, where creation begins.
The orange seat stirs the sacral flame.
The purple veil, her crown of knowing.
This is the softness of Black divinity:
felt, not forced
Seen, not explained.
A portrait of becoming.