This piece explores generational trauma, not as a one-sided wound, but as a shared inheritance. One half of the open fruit resembles a parent, the other a child; a single body split into two, revealing the shared, damaged softness inside. Vulnerable and shaped by what was passed down and what was learned for survival. This painting holds the tension between love and harm, and carries the idea that what we come from shapes what we become. 

The title names how pain in women is often misread as cruelty — a story told about wounds that were never chosen. An intimacy that asks to be seen, not touched.