This is where I follow the pull of color, of light, of the quiet yes beneath my ribs.

I use color like a language: bold, electric, sometimes tender, always emotional.
It doesn’t ask permission. It just tells the truth.

Some pieces feel soft. Some feel loud.
All of them are led by instinct, and made to move something in you.

This is what it looks like to trust feeling, to stay open,
to let go and just bee.