COCOON

Transformation is rarely loud. Cocoon holds the quiet tension before emergence storm-black folds cradling veins of ivory, and frothy white, like silk spun from shadows. The surface thrums with latent motion, a promise humming beneath stillness, the rugged terrain of metamorphosis. This is the Crone’s sanctuary: a sacred pause where decay becomes rebirth, where waiting is its own kind of wisdom.

Acrylic on raw canvas. 60” x 30" x 3"