Contemporary female face from the I AM … Warrior women series.  This is a high quality limited edition 40 x 50 cms print, numbered, signed and delivered to your door ready for you to frame.

Other options available – a hand embellished limited edition print or printed onto canvas finished with gold leaf. The photos below show how a canvas will look but can only be purchased on application.  Write to me if this appeals and you would like prices and info. and to customise your size to fit your wall space. I AM PRECIOUS is featured in Volume 1 of the I AM … book.

Each warrior women has her own special poem which will be included with your purchase.

My new series of paintings are powerful women with a story, a history and a journey are the core of my new series of work and are available as limited edition prints on paper or canvas.

‘I AM’ – Two of the most powerful words because what you put after them shapes your reality. Bevan Lee

These two very small, powerful words resonated with me. Usually the negative brain kicks in and words like ‘not enough’ or ‘unloved’ steal the limelight.

But what if I filled that little gap with words like ‘beautiful’ or ‘complete’ or even ‘goddess’?

Step aside negative mind and let the positive mind through.

It was in that moment this series of powerful women started to pour through me as if I was downloading data through my paintings.

Every girl in this series has their own story, their own challenge, their own warrior marks to emphasise the battle scars life has thrown at them. As you look into their eyes you may find a shared experience, may feel their emotion, their loss, their sorrow. I cried real tears as these girls poured out of me, all of them me in some way. I felt their war against themselves and heard their stories.


In relative terms of the lifespan of the universe

You are merely a snowflake

Formed unique and yet the same

Falling at a speed you do not understand

Toward a destination of unknown land

Created by a most unlikely hand

You’ll die young

Because don’t we all, in relative terms

You’ll crack open

Because don’t we all, it’s how we learn

You’ll feel pain

Because don’t we all when trying to grow

You’ll say precious

Because this fleeing life will melt away like snow

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