This gestural abstract captures the tension and rhythm of my journey through silence and loss. Each stroke reflects the raw, unfiltered emotions of those years, the uncertainty, heaviness, and the quiet unraveling of self. The layers are both struggle and formation, marking the invisible work that would eventually lead me back to creation, hope, and rebirth. Every time I hear the words “parting ways,” something inside me trembles. It’s a familiar pull, quiet but sharp. It's like a thread...

This piece from' What if Hope Was a Colour' carries both ache and tenderness. This work asks what hope might look like if it bloomed...

Sometimes you feel the edges fray, the subtle fractures that hum with vulnerability. But, mon amour, that doesn't make you fragile. I think it simply means you notice things the world has forgotten how to see. You carry questions the way the wind carries petals. They drift quietly through you and somehow find their way into your hands, your work, and the spaces you create. What others might mistake for uncertainty has never felt like weakness to me. It feels like attention. Like someone...