Golden Hours Print
Golden Hours is a narrative about motherhood. When my daughter arrived, I became intent on creating the most fertile environment for her spirit to thrive. It meant burning down all the dysfunctional systems and beliefs I once held.
Now that the tree has burned down, the sunlight can come through. Strawberries can grow from medical bills and bad news, and flowers can grow from spilled milk. There is a peacefulness and fluidity as we sit glowing in golden light.
“Time has passed so fast and slow, Its hands holding each moment of these golden hours”
11” x 14” print on archival paper (100 lb)
Image is 9" x 12"
Golden Hours is a narrative about motherhood. When my daughter arrived, I became intent on creating the most fertile environment for her spirit to thrive. It meant burning down all the dysfunctional systems and beliefs I once held.
Now that the tree has burned down, the sunlight can come through. Strawberries can grow from medical bills and bad news, and flowers can grow from spilled milk. There is a peacefulness and fluidity as we sit glowing in golden light.
“Time has passed so fast and slow, Its hands holding each moment of these golden hours”
11” x 14” print on archival paper (100 lb)
Image is 9" x 12"
Golden Hours is a narrative about motherhood. When my daughter arrived, I became intent on creating the most fertile environment for her spirit to thrive. It meant burning down all the dysfunctional systems and beliefs I once held.
Now that the tree has burned down, the sunlight can come through. Strawberries can grow from medical bills and bad news, and flowers can grow from spilled milk. There is a peacefulness and fluidity as we sit glowing in golden light.
“Time has passed so fast and slow, Its hands holding each moment of these golden hours”
11” x 14” print on archival paper (100 lb)
Image is 9" x 12"