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Acrylic on 12×18 archival paper mounted on wood panel
One of my most personal pieces.
She poured through me when I had too much to hold—
and nowhere left to put it but here.
The waves carry everything: grief, anger, hope, surrender, and the colors that don’t always have names. The sky holds the storm, but the ocean moves through it.
Just like me. This is how I process. This is how I heal.
Art as emotion.
Art as movement.
Art as remembering: nothing is too much to feel.
Acrylic on 12×18 archival paper mounted on wood panel
One of my most personal pieces.
She poured through me when I had too much to hold—
and nowhere left to put it but here.
The waves carry everything: grief, anger, hope, surrender, and the colors that don’t always have names. The sky holds the storm, but the ocean moves through it.
Just like me. This is how I process. This is how I heal.
Art as emotion.
Art as movement.
Art as remembering: nothing is too much to feel.