02/10/2025
On the upper tier of the garden, a place children climb but adults ignore, she tenderly reaches out to tickle the leaves of a tree growing there. Some see rebellion, others folly; but for her it is renewal. As the city passes by below, squinting upward, she is seen again.
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Winnie's portraits are very clearly not black and white. But that's exactly what made them so powerful. Colour is her language; the way she wanted to be seen.
The impact was so profound that a relative she hadn't spoken to in years saw them and immediately reached out to reconnect. This is what it means to "be seen again." Not for style, not for a filter, but for restoring bonds and feeling valued.
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