Stoping to Smell the Roses
I saw a man in Rome with this woman tattooed on his back. I desired to understand her beauty, so he sat for me while I drew her onto my notebook and then later a canvas. I find her purity and inner calmness striking. I gifted this piece to the woman I was reminded of instantly; my Nana. She operates on her own time; she is not disconnected from reality, but completely connected with herself. This difference is what makes her enchantingly strong, yet delicate.
I saw a man in Rome with this woman tattooed on his back. I desired to understand her beauty, so he sat for me while I drew her onto my notebook and then later a canvas. I find her purity and inner calmness striking. I gifted this piece to the woman I was reminded of instantly; my Nana. She operates on her own time; she is not disconnected from reality, but completely connected with herself. This difference is what makes her enchantingly strong, yet delicate.
I saw a man in Rome with this woman tattooed on his back. I desired to understand her beauty, so he sat for me while I drew her onto my notebook and then later a canvas. I find her purity and inner calmness striking. I gifted this piece to the woman I was reminded of instantly; my Nana. She operates on her own time; she is not disconnected from reality, but completely connected with herself. This difference is what makes her enchantingly strong, yet delicate.