I’ve never really made a space a home. Not truly. Not in the way that wraps around you like your grandma’s hug or...
A calm, honest, and wise conversation about the art of letting go, being present, and making space for yourself.
A refreshing reminder that creativity isn’t reserved for studio time or perfect projects—it’s in the way we move through the world, what we choose to repurpose, and how we slow down to listen to ourselves.
Art became my remedy. A safe place to process, to release, to rediscover myself. It wasn’t about making something beautiful—it was about feeling.