The act of creating embodies the tension between visibility and erasure, resilience and exhaustion, struggle and beauty, love and loss.
This piece holds the weight of grief and renewal, loss and emergence. It is tied to a loved one whose kindness lingers in the shifting light and the season's first blooms.
It carries the presence of someone dear to me, someone whose love feels like an open window, a stretch of sun-drenched earth, a place where I don’t have to ask permission to belong. Their presence and absence remind me that being seen isn’t something to fight for. It is something to trust, to soften into. Effort and ease.
Art has always been a way for me to make sense of what feels unspeakable, to trace the shape of absence and find something whole within it.
It is also my activism.
The barriers we navigate, the resilience we carry, the spaces we are still fighting to belong in... it all lives in the strokes of color, in the tension between form and emptiness.
Art has always been a tool of resistance and reclamation, a way to insist: We are here. We matter. We will not be erased.
Spring reminds me that grief and beauty, loss and creation, can coexist. That the world makes space for both, and so should we.
So today, I share this painting and some spring pictures as an offering to memory, change, and all the unseen ways we keep moving forward.