Push Her Away Baby Onesie

Letting go, indeed, is an art form in itself, a theme that resonates deeply. It's akin to the process of painting, where each stroke can be a release, a surrender of what was, to make space for what will be. The heaviness, the void, they're like the dark hues on a canvas, necessary contrasts that add depth and allow the brighter colors to truly shine. In the end, it's all these elements together, the light and the dark, the holding on and the releasing, that compose the masterpiece that is life's journey.

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...