Icy Cherry Tree Baby Onesie

Petals against the sky, the Cherry Blossom Lady emerges, her presence as fleeting as the sakura's bloom. She embodies the transient beauty of life, a reminder of the preciousness of each moment. Her cool demeanor mirrors the crispness of spring, a stark contrast to the warm blush of the blossoms she so tenderly guards. In her, we find the essence of nature's cycle, the chill before the renewal, a symbol of both beauty and the inexorable march of time.

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...