She is a rose forged in iron, her body painted in the fire of crimson. Once she was left in the shadows of forgotten garages, her metal bones collecting dust. Yet, like a flower that blooms through cracks of concrete, she rose again. Every line of her body carries grace, every gleam in her paint whispers defiance. She doesn’t just move—she glides, carrying the quiet pride of something reborn. To ride with her is to hold a piece of resilience itself.

🖼️ Framing Information
Please note that all prints are delivered unframed, unless otherwise specified in the product description. This allows you the freedom to choose a frame that best suits your personal style and space.