She's extraterrestrial

I see myself in her. She feels alive in a way that’s hard to put into words—watching me, breathing, existing beyond the canvas. It’s almost eerie, like she knows something I don’t, yet she is me. A reflection of the parts I feel deeply but rarely express, a mirror of vulnerability, power, and transformation.

Her presence is overwhelming—comforting and unsettling all at once. She feels connected to something infinite, something far beyond the physical. It’s as though she exists in a space where time, energy, and emotion collide. I didn’t just create her; she created herself through me.

Looking at her, I feel both seen and exposed. She’s a reminder of my growth, my fears, my strength, and the unknown within me that I’m still discovering. She’s not just a painting—she’s a piece of me, alive and staring back. 🪐✨

How does this feel to you?