Don't Let The Fire Kill The Sky Canvas Print

In the grand tapestry of existence, where the cosmos dances in vibrant reds and blues, there's a peculiar beauty to the chaos. Imagine a canvas where swirls of life and marbling patterns of existence play out in a harmonious cacophony, each stroke representing the fiery trials and the serene aftermath. There, amidst the abstract and the literal, stands a lone tree—a silent witness to the ebb and flow of climate's whimsy. It's a bittersweet symphony, this cycle of destruction and rebirth, much like the laughter that bubbles up at the end of a good cry. Life, with all its depth and movement, is an art form, ever resilient, ever enduring.

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...