Rolling Hills Baby Onesie

As an artist, I see the rolling hills as a canvas of tranquility, where the gentle undulations of the earth meet the ever-changing tapestry of the sky. The vibrant blue and white swirls above speak of a world in motion, a celestial dance of clouds that whispers of the ephemerality of life. Below, the lush green hills stand as sentinels of serenity, their smooth surfaces a testament to the enduring calm of nature. Together, they form a landscape of peace, a visual symphony that lulls the observer into a state of reflective repose.

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...