Whispers of Magic: Everything You’ve Buried Still Speaks
There’s a kind of magic that doesn’t need to announce itself.
It hums beneath your skin, stitched into your silences.
It’s not for show. It doesn’t sparkle.
It’s the kind of power that waits—for the moment you’re done pretending you don’t believe in it.
The kind that surfaces when you’re alone and finally honest.
This collection is for the ones who know:
Magic isn’t cast. It’s remembered.
This collection pulls from something older.
Slower.
Deeper.
Witches with dark florals, surrounded by spellbooks, crows, and candlelight—
each one an altar to self-trust and knowing.
Painted in muted watercolor tones of plum, grey, and dusty pink,
they don’t shout.
They whisper.
And that’s enough.
Faith Without Permission
You weren’t supposed to believe in magic.
Not unless it came in a licensed paperback or a monthly subscription.
But believing in your own instincts?
Your intuition?
That was always dangerous.
That’s exactly what these pieces speak to.
The witches in this series aren’t trying to impress you.
They’re not “witchy” for the trend.
They are.
Unapologetically. Quietly. Powerfully.
This is what it looks like to believe in something without waiting for permission.
They exist like folklore passed down through blood—
half-remembered, completely true.
They know when the air shifts.
They know when something is off.
And they do something about it.
Rituals of the Unseen
Every choice you make alone is a ritual.
Lighting a candle just for yourself.
Writing something down that no one will read.
Leaving what no longer fits.
These paintings honor those private moments—
the soft, dark spaces where you find your footing again.
Each piece is a kind of mirror,
for the parts of you that keep showing up,
even when no one’s watching.
The Crow Knows
Crows show up where transformation happens.
In endings.
In grief.
In birth and rot.
They watch.
They know.
In this collection, the crow isn’t a warning—it’s a witness.
They’ve always followed women who speak out of turn.
Who don’t smile on command.
Who bury things and grow stronger in the dark.
If you’ve ever felt like you were being watched while making a decision you couldn’t explain—
you were.
And the crow approved.
Like the death’s-head moths, it sits close to the edge.
Not fearful.
Not waiting.
Just there—seeing clearly what others try to ignore.
If you’ve been told you’re “too much” or “not enough,”
the crow’s already on your side.
This Collection Is for the Ones Who Know
If you’ve ever held a spell on your tongue for fear of what it might do—
If you’ve ever made yourself smaller in the face of suspicion—
If you’ve ever kept quiet while carrying the storm—
These works aren’t telling your story.
They’re recognizing it.
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Whispers of Magic — made for those who never needed to explain what they felt in the room.
