Wire and acrylic paint, 13”x12”x6”, Please message me if interested in purchasing this item
The Story of Mona and Primal Intuition:
For much of her early life, Mona learned to reshape herself to fit the expectations placed upon her. She softened her voice, swallowed her words, and made herself smaller so others could feel more comfortable. Anger, assertiveness, instinct-she tucked them away, trading authenticity for acceptance.
Then, in midlife, something shifted.
At first, it was subtle-a quiet resistance, a flicker of unrest. But it grew, steadily and powerfully, until she could no longer return to the role she had once played. Silence became unbearable. Compliance felt like a betrayal. Mona began to speak-hesitantly at first, then with rising certainty. She stepped forward, not knowing exactly where the path would lead, only that she could no longer remain where she was.
With each step, something ancient stirred within her.
It was a primal energy- raw, instinctual, undeniable- rising from somewhere deeper than thought. It moved through her, urging her onward. And as she embraced it, transformation followed. Not just within her spirit, but within her body.
From her head, the first signs emerged-small at first, then unmistakable. Horns, like those of a ram, began to grow, curling and strengthening as she shed the versions of herself she no longer needed. With every boundary she set, every truth she spoke, they grew more defined-symbols of her power, her resilience, her return to instinct.
The woman who once bent to fit the world was fading.
In her place stood Mona-unapologetic, grounded, and fiercely alive, guided not by expectation, but by the wild, unwavering force of her own primal intuition.
Wire and acrylic paint, 13”x12”x6”, Please message me if interested in purchasing this item
The Story of Mona and Primal Intuition:
For much of her early life, Mona learned to reshape herself to fit the expectations placed upon her. She softened her voice, swallowed her words, and made herself smaller so others could feel more comfortable. Anger, assertiveness, instinct-she tucked them away, trading authenticity for acceptance.
Then, in midlife, something shifted.
At first, it was subtle-a quiet resistance, a flicker of unrest. But it grew, steadily and powerfully, until she could no longer return to the role she had once played. Silence became unbearable. Compliance felt like a betrayal. Mona began to speak-hesitantly at first, then with rising certainty. She stepped forward, not knowing exactly where the path would lead, only that she could no longer remain where she was.
With each step, something ancient stirred within her.
It was a primal energy- raw, instinctual, undeniable- rising from somewhere deeper than thought. It moved through her, urging her onward. And as she embraced it, transformation followed. Not just within her spirit, but within her body.
From her head, the first signs emerged-small at first, then unmistakable. Horns, like those of a ram, began to grow, curling and strengthening as she shed the versions of herself she no longer needed. With every boundary she set, every truth she spoke, they grew more defined-symbols of her power, her resilience, her return to instinct.
The woman who once bent to fit the world was fading.
In her place stood Mona-unapologetic, grounded, and fiercely alive, guided not by expectation, but by the wild, unwavering force of her own primal intuition.
