Over six months of transition, this painting grew and changed with me. What began in chaos—stress, anger, loss—slowly opened into light. I layered paint, scraped it back, rebuilt it, revealing unexpected textures and quiet stories beneath the surface. My frustrations appear in sweeping marks and restless movement; my hope returns in flashes of white and blue.
This work is a map of that inner journey: the turbulence, the surrender, and the small spaces of calm that emerge when the dust finally settles.
Over six months of transition, this painting grew and changed with me. What began in chaos—stress, anger, loss—slowly opened into light. I layered paint, scraped it back, rebuilt it, revealing unexpected textures and quiet stories beneath the surface. My frustrations appear in sweeping marks and restless movement; my hope returns in flashes of white and blue.
This work is a map of that inner journey: the turbulence, the surrender, and the small spaces of calm that emerge when the dust finally settles.