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The somber beauty of a rainy day, with its gentle patter against the windowpane, often inspires a reflective mood in my art. It's in these quiet moments of solitude that I find a serene inspiration, a reminder that every shade of emotion colors our experience. Like the soft end of a day when the sun dips below the horizon, there's a tranquil acceptance in acknowledging the ebb and flow of feelings. It's a dance of light and shadow, each mood an essential stroke on the canvas of life.

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...