Rooted in memory—a calm morning on the lake I grew up near—when the water mirrored the sky so perfectly it was hard to tell which came first. But that illusion of symmetry needed a break. I added a flock of red ‘birds’ flying off the canvas—forms of freedom and departure, cutting through reflection and offering direction.

Those birds represent my creative spirit—restless, unseen, and aching to soar. Growing up, I often felt like a bird of a different feather, out of place. This piece holds the quiet energy of the flight I took at seventeen, when I left my hometown behind and headed for the Frisco Bay, chasing a life that felt more like my own.