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The ground, a canvas of happenstance, tells a story of vibrant splashes and accidental artistry. Each crack filled with color speaks to the unpredictable nature of life, where even a spill can transform into a spontaneous masterpiece. It's a visual symphony, composed not by intent, but by the serendipitous dance of chance and pigment, reminding us that beauty can emerge in the most unexpected places. Indeed, life happens, and sometimes it paints its path in hues we never planned.

Painting is therapeutic for me. I express my trauma, recovery, fear of improving, hope, despair, profound shame, anger, true joy, newfound sexuality, and qualities in myself I never knew existed. I am breaking through and processing. I love seeing my artwork evolve with my mental health. Sometimes, I imagine breaking through a black-painted window and escaping a dark room, a lightless place filled with razors and broken mirrors. Outside, there are shards of glass everywhere. It is still painful, but I finally escaped. And the wounds will heal. They are healing. I pour my soul into my paintings because I must stay grounded. My parts, my emotions. I urgently and compassionately create visual representations of them because if I don't, the...