The Body in Color | LayMadeIt
Painting confidence without words
I painted this piece as a reminder of how powerful the body is when it stands in truth. No faces. No distractions. Just energy and color. I wanted to show how light moves through us, how confidence can live in silence, and how the body can speak without saying a thing.
When I paint, I do not chase perfection. I chase feeling. I wanted this piece to feel warm, alive, and free. Every color means something to me. Red for passion. Orange for power. Green for peace. Blue for truth. Together they blend into something that feels like becoming.
I create body art because it lets me honor myself and every woman who has learned to love herself in parts. The lines are not to define but to celebrate. To remind us that our shape is not our limit, it is our language.
This painting is joy on canvas. It is freedom in color. It is confidence made visible.
The body is not something to fix. It is something to feel.
Lay Simone
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Lay Simone
Lay Simone | Pittsburgh Artist exploring creativity growth and self reinvention. Founder of thelaysimone.com and creator of LayMadeIt. Connect with me on Instagram and Threads @mammaasss
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