Mixed Media Oil
22"x30"
On Archival Art Paper
 
Beauty and freedom never come without cost.
 
The grace of a dancer en pointe is breathtaking, 
yet it is birthed through pain. The foot that rises in beauty
has first been shattered in silence. 
And still, she dances. Still, she dares to rise.
 
There is something deeply holy about that. 
In the brokenness, beauty is born. 
In the tension between limitations and longing,
freedom finds its voice as poetry in flesh.
As sacred messengers who carry both ache and elegance,
who press into the call to move, to feel, to become.
 
In their pain, I see promise.
In their posture, I see praise.
 
                                                           Doreen Ferguson