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.