Raining Shackles
Title: “Raining Shackles"
Medium: 24Karat Gold Leaf, Oil, Spray, Acrylic on a Gallery wrapped Canvas.
Size: 40in x 30in x 2in
Breaking Gold Series
“Vivid colors:
Bright red- of my periods
Green- of your “purity”
I bleed and dance
The movement breaks these Shackles of Gold
And the smile shakes the hearts gone cold”
Raining Shackles was born from a moment of rebellion — a refusal to be silenced by the constructs of purity, shame, and restraint. In this painting, I used dance as resistance, movement as truth. The falling shards of gold symbolize the breaking of sacred illusions — those that once confined the feminine body and spirit in silence.
The dancer’s posture holds both defiance and grace; her expression, freedom earned through self-realization. The vivid reds and greens speak of two opposing worlds — one natural, one imposed — meeting and dissolving through movement.
For me, Raining Shackles is not anger; it is liberation through beauty. It celebrates the raw power of being a woman — of transforming pain into rhythm, constraint into gold dust, and rebellion into art.
Title: “Raining Shackles"
Medium: 24Karat Gold Leaf, Oil, Spray, Acrylic on a Gallery wrapped Canvas.
Size: 40in x 30in x 2in
Breaking Gold Series
“Vivid colors:
Bright red- of my periods
Green- of your “purity”
I bleed and dance
The movement breaks these Shackles of Gold
And the smile shakes the hearts gone cold”
Raining Shackles was born from a moment of rebellion — a refusal to be silenced by the constructs of purity, shame, and restraint. In this painting, I used dance as resistance, movement as truth. The falling shards of gold symbolize the breaking of sacred illusions — those that once confined the feminine body and spirit in silence.
The dancer’s posture holds both defiance and grace; her expression, freedom earned through self-realization. The vivid reds and greens speak of two opposing worlds — one natural, one imposed — meeting and dissolving through movement.
For me, Raining Shackles is not anger; it is liberation through beauty. It celebrates the raw power of being a woman — of transforming pain into rhythm, constraint into gold dust, and rebellion into art.