Art as a Way Back to Myself
I was not trying to solve anything. I was trying to feel without editing. The body knows before the mind does. Art gave me a way to listen.
The Hours That Belonged to Everyone Else
By the time the house goes quiet, she has answered every call but her own. Through the chores, the park, the bathwater, and bedtime, one mother tries to hold on to the self that existed before everyone needed her.
Bauble Time
Holiday Baubles begin with recycled paints, simple craft ornaments, and a meditative pouring process shaped by color, gravity, and chance. The excess paint is captured on old art paper, layered into organic works, then repurposed again into gratitude cards containing small fragments of original art.
The Art of Staying
September has always carried the weight of memory for me. Eleven years after surviving an overdose, I spent the month reflecting on suicide prevention, recovery, sobriety, and the ordinary decisions that have slowly built a life I once could not imagine. The Art of Staying became both a public campaign and a private reckoning with what it means to still be here.
I AM: The Space Between Us
We once moved together like three points in orbit. Time shifted the gravity, distance grew, and I learned that love does not mean holding on.
