Oil on Linen
Before the thistle became Scotland’s emblem, it was a simple wildflower, fierce in its spines yet crowned with a soft violet bloom, thriving where other plants gave way.
Legend tells of a moonlit night when invaders crept through the grass, only to be betrayed by a cry of pain as one stepped barefoot on a thistle. The Scots awoke, defended their land, and the flower became a guardian in their hearts.
Ever since, it has stood for pride, resilience, and beauty edged with defiance, a reminder that strength and grace can grow from the same stem.
Suffering chronic pain, I have learnt to project only tenderness while my fierce battle with the pain rages internally, shielding those around me from the torture I quietly endure.
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Original: FOR SALE
50cm × 91cm
Framed Print: Available for Order
Oil on Linen
Before the thistle became Scotland’s emblem, it was a simple wildflower, fierce in its spines yet crowned with a soft violet bloom, thriving where other plants gave way.
Legend tells of a moonlit night when invaders crept through the grass, only to be betrayed by a cry of pain as one stepped barefoot on a thistle. The Scots awoke, defended their land, and the flower became a guardian in their hearts.
Ever since, it has stood for pride, resilience, and beauty edged with defiance, a reminder that strength and grace can grow from the same stem.
Suffering chronic pain, I have learnt to project only tenderness while my fierce battle with the pain rages internally, shielding those around me from the torture I quietly endure.
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Original: FOR SALE
50cm × 91cm
Framed Print: Available for Order