Inspired by The Two Fridas, this piece became a portrait of my own duality.

Two versions of myself, divided by heartbreak and the overall reality of being a woman in this world.

One wears the mask of composure: corporate, reserved, flattened to be taken seriously.
In her, femininity feels like a liability, oversexualized, scrutinized. She dreams of having no breasts, no heart, just silence.

The other is vivid and tender, unapologetically curved and colorful.
She leans into softness, lets her body be a story rather than a problem.

Together, they hold the truth of what it means to exist as a woman in a world that splits us in two, to be desirable but not too much, strong but not angry, open but not vulnerable.

This painting holds both of me. And neither is wrong.