“Pandora’s Box” unfurls like the ancient myth — a sudden opening, a torrent of colour and form. Swirls of crimson and gold burst outward, shards of shadow churn below, as if emotion itself were being released. The canvas becomes a conduit for Paula’s soul, carrying the uncontainable energies of postpartum experience: anguish, wonder, fear, resilience. Amid the chaos, a glimmer remains — hope, persistent and alive.
