Viola, My Internal Scream

This piece began as a visceral need to create something unapologetically, savagely feminine. I let that urge take over, raw and unrestrained. But as the process unfolded, I wondered where this relentless drive was coming from.

As a woman, I’ve endured endless voices dictating how I should live, look, and simply exist. As a mother, the judgments have only grown louder, more insistent, more suffocating.

Then there’s Viola, the first flower of spring. She blooms among the last remnants of winter's ice and snow, before the earth has thawed. Fragility and strength coexist in her, a paradox that mirrors the essence of womanhood: soft yet unyielding, vulnerable yet fiercely determined.

This work is my rebellion, a scream against the flood of opinions, criticism, and judgments. It’s a declaration of freedom. Viola blooms, wild and against the odds. So do I.