Along the way, she found her grace,
Not in the rush, but in the space.
Each step, a whisper, soft and true,
Each fall, a chance to start anew.
The road unwinds, both rough and kind,
Revealing strength she’d yet to find.
And as she pauses, skies turn gray—
She learns to bloom along the way.
- Collections: Figurative Painting
Other Work From Jacinthe Lacroix-Master Sculptor and Artist
