All Grown Dec 8
All Grown
All grown, in the blink of an eye. You grew from this tiny blossom into a full bloom. And, now you are off, carrying pieces of my heart with you.
I look at the world around me, at the tender fronds of the fern, and they remind me of the small moments we shared- the simple joy of watching you grow.
Each memory feeling like a precious stone, layered and textured over the years. It’s strange how time slipped through my fingers, how quickly you transformed from my little one to someone grown and ready to face the world.
I hold on to these moments now, savoring them like little treasures, grateful for every fleeting instant, even as you’re already stretching toward your own sun, ready to flourish.
All grown.
All Grown, 8 x 10”, Brass, Resin, Cyanotype, mixed media, and collage on cradled wood panel
All Grown
All grown, in the blink of an eye. You grew from this tiny blossom into a full bloom. And, now you are off, carrying pieces of my heart with you.
I look at the world around me, at the tender fronds of the fern, and they remind me of the small moments we shared- the simple joy of watching you grow.
Each memory feeling like a precious stone, layered and textured over the years. It’s strange how time slipped through my fingers, how quickly you transformed from my little one to someone grown and ready to face the world.
I hold on to these moments now, savoring them like little treasures, grateful for every fleeting instant, even as you’re already stretching toward your own sun, ready to flourish.
All grown.
All Grown, 8 x 10”, Brass, Resin, Cyanotype, mixed media, and collage on cradled wood panel
All Grown
All grown, in the blink of an eye. You grew from this tiny blossom into a full bloom. And, now you are off, carrying pieces of my heart with you.
I look at the world around me, at the tender fronds of the fern, and they remind me of the small moments we shared- the simple joy of watching you grow.
Each memory feeling like a precious stone, layered and textured over the years. It’s strange how time slipped through my fingers, how quickly you transformed from my little one to someone grown and ready to face the world.
I hold on to these moments now, savoring them like little treasures, grateful for every fleeting instant, even as you’re already stretching toward your own sun, ready to flourish.
All grown.
All Grown, 8 x 10”, Brass, Resin, Cyanotype, mixed media, and collage on cradled wood panel