Red Cuts the Sky Toddler T-Shirt

In the tempest of life, where uncertainty and turmoil swirl like a relentless storm, the canvas becomes a refuge—a silent witness to the inner chaos. The reds are not just colors, but the embodiment of passion and resilience, clashing with the somber shades of black, grey, and white, representing the trials and tribulations that test our spirit. The subtle blues, though scarcely visible, speak of hope and serenity, a reminder that calmness resides within the storm, guiding us through the turbulence towards tranquility.

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...