I write so that I can paint, so that I can speak, so that I can dance, so that I can heal, so that I can transform.

From My Journals

To The Canvas

self-portraits | Finding relief during cyclings of anxiety and loneliness

FLAME | THINGS FELT: ABANDONED & MISUNDERSTOOD 

WHEN PERFECTION CALLS  | THINGS FELT: TRAPPED, EXPOSED, INSECURE, ANXIOUS 

UNTITLED | THINGS FELT: RESTORED 

UNTITLED | THINGS FELT: REASSURED & GROUNDED